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  Ghosts      I continue to be haunted by ghosts from a life I once knew. A life, which hardly can be recognized by the world in which I currently reside within. Individuals from a past, that no longer recognize me. A world, which continues to send its messengers to haunt me, even to this day.      I often wish I could understand the purpose of these visits. To grasp what it is I need to take away, from each encounter. Is there something left over from a previous life, that I’ve yet to handle? Or are these visits meant for me to take action, and create a bridge between then and now? Am I meant to move forward and chase these visitors? Or are they simply here to haunt me, plunging me further and further into the depths of chaos?        The knowledge of another world continues to slip through my hands. Having spent a lifetime, building up something, and coming so close to reaching it- only to have it slip right through my hands. The c...

  So Much Pain.      So much suffering. And all for what? What purpose does it relay? What message does it bring? Did Van Gogh feel this destructive? Did Beethoven lose his mind instead? Did all the greatest minds of the world, at one point or another, channel their pain into their art? Or is it just meant to consume me instead?      The constant battle of everyday life is something that is challenging to say the least. Not necessarily the will to live- make no mistake, I very much wish to remain alive- however, the pain of repeating the same patterns, day after day after day.        How does one escape the endless cycle? How does one break the chains of madness which have engulfed my mind? The answers seem to keep slipping away, as I slowly try to grasp them. Perhaps I am simply not meant to fully understand what it is that is eating me away.      The mind is a torture device, when you live instead an iron cell. The ...

  They’re Enslaving Us Through Debt.      You’re running out of time. Things are deteriorating at speeds hardly seen before. We the people, are being crushed by an invisible force. A devastation like no other. An evil, which has been responsible for the death of hundreds of millions of people around the world.   We need to wake up, fast.      I dream of being the one to save us. I dream of rising up, and overthrowing the terrible fate which awaits us all, should we remain still. And yet, the forces are too great for one man alone to conquer them. The evil, which has ran its way through world history like that of a cancer, is coming for us all. Yet no matter my efforts, no matter how loud I shout- the world remains asleep. Perhaps that is why we are called sheeple, after all.      What was it you used to do, when you were a child? What was the activity which you could immerse yourself in completely, and completely lose track of time?...

Which Is Worse- To Kill or be Killed?      Which is Better- To Out-Monster the Monster?      Which decision will you make?      Life has a way of forcing us to make impossible choices. The art of cornering man into a room, and making him believe that he has no other option. No other option, to go left or right. No other option, to live from one extreme to another. That man, once the freest animal of them all, is suddenly no longer in control.      We are a strange species. From the very genes of those who rose up, and conquered the known land. To beings who now willingly enslave themselves to a foreign creature. Willingly sacrifice their time and effort, chasing after a promise that may never show. Living life in accordance to somebody else’s playbook, all the while telling ourselves that in the end, it will all be worth the pain.      The hypocrisy kills me. The thought of taking your one chance at life, and was...

If you know, what it means, to find your dreams come true.        I honestly do wonder, every single day. Every single waking second. From first light, peering into my half-shut eyelids. To the old familiar darkness of the long nights ahead. The never-ending decay of society and time around us, as the chaos continues to dance into the end.        I do wonder, if you know what it means to find your dreams come true. Because as of right here, as of right now- I do not.        I know now what it is that my dreams are chasing. I do not know what it is that my soul yearns for. As I sit in bed, starring into the ceiling, lost in the void. Shouting into the abyss, with nobody else around to hear me scream. Fighting violently against all the rage within me, trying my best to keep it together for just one more night. I do not know what it is that my dreams are trying to achieve through me. And at this point, I’m getting afraid that...

  No One Cares, Until You Win.      No one. Nobody. Nothing.      It’s a harsh reality that we must come to face, day after day. The cold, hard truth that we are only as good as our last victory. That our words are empty, unless there is great success behind them. That we are nothing more than a collection of wins or losses, determining our value and worth.      While this may sound as a degrading and rude description- it is our reality. Especially, for those of us who call ourselves men. The world will continue to treat us harshly, until we have something to show for it. Something to show for all our efforts and work which we put in.        Nobody cares about the journey that we go through. Nobody reaches out, and shows sympathy to a man who cannot win. They fill his head with empty words, pretending to be on their team and supporting them, all the while they disrespect you and continue on as if you are nothing more ...