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  I Grow Tired.      Longer and longer I go, the more tired I become. The constant battle, between what is meant to be, and what must be done, drains me. The battle between being who I wish to be and who I must become, over and over again. The fight against the very evil which is sent here to destroy myself and everyone that I love. I grow tired.      The path which lies before us all will be a dark one. The challenges which we will face will be ones that will determine the outcome of humanity. The weight upon all our shoulders, as we venture deeper into the abyss, is one that cannot be ignored. Oh, how I wish I could ignore it. How I wish I could simply bury my head in the sand, and forget about it all together. To ignore all the world around me, and simply surround myself into the present moment. The task seems so simple, yet so difficult to achieve. The ability to truly dial in, and no longer allow the outside world to affect it. To block out all th...

  Dream of Californication.      Space may be the final frontier, but it’s made in a Hollywood basement. Sometimes life isn’t about understanding why we act a certain way. Sometimes, life is simply about acting. Just doing as we see fit, and moving forward with it. Not spending too much time, overthinking it and trying to calculate our every step. Perhaps there is more to being vulnerable than simply sitting around trying to plan it all out. The old saying goes- man makes plans, and God laughs.      Something about the West Coast calls my name, over and over again. I don’t know what it is. The magic over there is something that I just can’t seem to shake from my mind. Which is insane, seeing as I already did my tour. I’ve spent my time over there. And yet, after all this time- I still long to return to it. I still long for the beaches and the Ocean. I long for the weather and the people. Not necessarily the individuals themselves, but simply the happy ...

  The Solo Journey.      Being an artist requires one to walk their own path. It requires them to move in a direction, when others cannot see where you step.      The journey of an artist is one filled with people who doubt and disbelieve in what you do. They will mock, judge, and even disagree with the path. Yet one things remains true, above all else- it is not their path to take.      I often think of the quote that ships are safer in the harbour, but thats not what ships were built to do. The idea that we as individual will always be safer by staying conserved and in line, rather than stepping out and putting ourselves out there. In a sense, it’s right. We are safer, staying in the harbour. We are guaranteed food, friends, family, and a good life. But that’s not what ships were built for, is it? That’s not what we as humans were given life for, after all.      Being able to take risks is necessary. Being able to step o...

  Dreams & Nightmares!      At what point do your dreams begin to evolve into nightmares? At what point do you finally throw in the towel, and say that this is too much to bear?      It’s been years since I’ve seen her face, yet she visits me every single night in my dreams. Every single night, where I finally get to be with her. The only single point in time, where her & I are together and happy again.      I know, I know- quit the sob story. Grow up and get over it. Well I did. Or at least, I thought I did. I thought I had finally packed my baggage and moved on. I thought I had finally found peace, and was wiling to look forward to something else instead. Yet every single time that I convince myself the truth- she comes right back again. She creeps into my subconscious, haunting me in the void.        So I once again ask- at what point do dreams become nightmares? At what point, does one sit down and accept ...

  Strange Love!      What is love, anyways? Just a chemical reaction in your brain after it’s been rewired into feeling something it once forgot? Or is it more- something that transcends our own understanding?        In the movie Interstellar, Dr. Brand is obsessed with the idea that Love is a force which can transcend between space, time and reality. She stands by the thought that perhaps love is the ultimate force, which is what will pull them to safety and keep them from perishing in the deep, cold emptiness of outer space. In the end, I suppose she was right.      Love is such a weird thing anyways. Is it purely an emotion you experience? How do you know when you are in love? Have you ever been in the first place? Or have you simply accepted certain emotions as Love and live a life of lies? The question itself begs multiple answers, no doubt about it. I don’t have any of them.      If emotions are simply triggers,...

  Sans Soleil.      Rainy and frigid. The Spring motto, here in Canada. What a time to be alive, no question about it.      We are on the edge, the very precipice, of something dramatic. I can’t fully explain what it is. All I know is, I feel it in my soul. I feel it, knowing that the path is finally starting to reveal itself. Rumi would be proud.      Life really is about committing to the bit. Sometimes, we forget about it and just go with whatever it is we are thrown into. We are told by the world who to be, and we simply accept it. The will of men has never been weaker. Yet the lucky few, the very select individuals, who are capable of stepping back and saying no- I will not play your game. I will not live your 9-5. I will not simply bend over and kneel to your rule. The select few, who are given the opportunity to build their own dream life, and create something which will last forever. That is the individual I strive to be.  ...