The Northern 📍

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...

Alone.      Once again, the days grow long. Normally, I do not dread the darkness. Yet today, of all days, I long for human connection. I long for the soft, gentile touch of a woman’s skin, pressed up against my own. The opportunity to share a moment, with another human being, something that I have not done in forever. I almost forget what it is like, to have somebody to lean on.      Being independent is a great skill to master. Learning how to fully completely function on one’s own, something very few in the history of humanity have truly mastered. And yet, every now and then, the waves of loneliness come crashing down upon you. Perhaps loneliness is not the right word. Perhaps, simple companionship, would be the more appropriate term.        Isolation is a very difficult thing for the human mind to truly achieve. The act of being separated from all that makes us human, in order to reconnect with our inner-self. The very practice is a ...

  Another Night on my Own.      Does one stand up and shout into the abyss about his misfortune? Does one stand tall, against the darkness, and curse the name of He who has left him there? Or does one simply rise to the occasion, and embrace the darkness which he has found to be his only friend? These are the questions which haunt me, when nobody is around to hear my pain.      Perhaps taking on the world is something too great, for even the largest of egos to achieve. Perhaps, in my state of madness, I sought a prize which even myself could not wield. Perhaps there is a certain tranquility, is simply accepting defeat and succumbing to the forces which control your world.      And yet, perhaps there is not. Perhaps there is hardship, to prepare one for the moment they have patiently waited for. For how can one know how to wield such power, without first acquiring the strength? The force within, to allow one to stay afloat. To summon the ...

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...

  This anxiety is killing me.      Every single day, waking up, waiting. Waiting for something to happen, something to go off. Waiting for things to go sideways, as we all know they’re bound to be.      Waiting is the hardest part about it. I suppose everybody says the same thing. But living a life, where you know something terrible is about to happen in the real world, all while being expected to put your head down and keep on living- is brutal. The never-ending anxiety of what will happen, and when it will happen. The notion that one day, I will wake up, and the world will be changed forever. Much like 9/11, or worse.      I’m not alone in feeling it. I know for a fact that others feel the same. That’s the one thing about being an empath- we feel EVERYTHING. Literally, non-stop feelings 24/7. Perhaps it’s too much, perhaps it’s best I completely switch it off and burry my head in the sand. Honestly, most days I wish I could. I wish I c...