The Northern 📍

  Patience.      Patience is a virtue. It is a skill learned, not taught. Patience is something I am still working on, even until this day.      Rage. Rage is an asset. Rage is a power which even the strongest fear. Rage is a bull with one target and one target only, going all-in on what he wants most. Rage is something which must be channelled, in order to create the desired results.        If a man has Rage and Patience- anything is possible. If a man can peacefully, calmly, sit back and absorb the energy he holds within, without letting it consume him- he can accomplish what his heart desires. He can do whatever is necessary to achieve his goals. He can move mountains, and split rivers. He can open up the sky and send lightning and rain hailing from above. He can shake the very ground from which you walk on.        Is it better to live life as a monster? Or is it better to live as half a man? I’ve contemplated...

  Back on the grind.      Another day, another week, another month, another year. Time keeps on slippin’. One day it’s here, the next it’s gone. Somebody please, stop this clock.      I wonder what the future holds. I wonder, if all of this is for vain, or if something comes out of it. The physical activity, the reading, the writing, the music. Everything. Everywhere. All at once. Is there a point to all the daily activities? Or is the purpose simply to suffer, and kill time before it kills me?      Suppose I’ll never know. Suppose, I’m simply meant to live it and then look back once I’ve finally reached the end. Once I’ve finally crossed that finish line- then I can rest my head and look back at it all and ponder. Overall, the end does not occupy too much space in my mind. Reality has taught me that the end can come crashing down all at once, upon a single notice. I do not think that life is like a Hollywood movie, where the plot wraps ...

  The future is uncertain.      Whatever it has in store, it better be amazing. I’ve suffered for long enough, to not have some sort of hope waiting for me at the end of the tunnel.      I’m trying to figure out where I want to live, and build a life around. Something about having my own world to be away from the noise seems so peaceful to me. Perhaps not running away, but just starting somewhere fresh. Somewhere new. Somewhere, where I no longer need to be constantly attacked and bombarded by the nonsense going on around there parts 24/7.      Everything is a giant show. Politics. Sports. Religion. Everything. It’s all just meant to draw us away from our true self, and take away from our powers. I’ve been guilty of it myself, no question about it. Yet still, here I stand, alive and well. Well, for the most part. Being slightly unhinged isn’t all that bad, in my opinion. However, I lack a life of purpose. I lack a life of joy. The Lord i...