The Northern 📍

  2 A.M. Thoughts      Sometimes, letting go can be the hardest part.        We always think we’re ready. We always believe that we’ve packed our things and made our peace, to the best of our abilities. However, until one truly sits in the void, starring off into the distant fields which lie beyond the front door- one can never truly know.        There’s something about leaving a place for the very last time that haunts me. Something, about finally packing your bags and never looking back, that scares my soul. Even though, deep down inside, we know it’s time- the moment never really feels real. ✶      Letting go is something I’ve always struggled with. From moving on, to moving out- something about the past keeps me in place. At least, something about my idea of it. Reality is often more disappointing than we truly imagine it in our head.        All my life, I wished for a way out. A path, tha...

  Generation Geezer.      Old people are ruining everything. Before you quit on me, hear me out. They’re going to hell, and they’re bent on dragging us down with them.      I don’t know if it’s their lack of faith, or their lack of morals, which is worse. The only thing they seem not to lack, is money. Which they are hellbent as ever towards wasting it, and completely ruining the future for everybody else. These people are seriously demented, and have major issues when it comes to understanding the most basic concepts.      My anger towards them is something which I struggle to hide. Although some of them mean well, they simply cannot keep up in today’s world. The age of information has proven to be too much for them. They cannot comprehend what is going on. They cannot see through the illusion they have spent most of their lives participating within. The struggle to wake up and acknowledge their own mistakes is some what of a foreign co...