The Northern 📍

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 ...

  Progress.      Progress is never a straight line. No matter how much we wish it to be. Progress is not a walk in the park, leading towards so insane goal we have drawn out before us. It is not the desire to embark upon an incline path, leading towards a finish line.      Progress is a much more complex subject. It is a spiralling staircase, slowly but surely leading us towards whatever it is we want. We constantly walk these stairs, whether we know it or not. The never-ending ladder of chaos, which we must continue to climb in order to grow. Progress is something which cannot be simply drawn out on a paper, and executed without a second thought.      One of the more challenging aspects of progress is the highs and lows which come with it. The mountains we climb, only to fall back into the valleys. The great success which comes with accomplishing something meaningful- followed by the horrid lows after we realize there is still so much m...

Every. Single. Day.      Do you want it? Are you willing to show up? Every single day?        It seems like an easy question. It seems like something you hear, all the time. However, putting it into practice is a different animal within itself. The ability to truly want whatever it is you are attracting, and willing to sacrifice hours of your life towards obtaining it. The true cost of opportunity, as the world around you continues to turn.      Showing up every single day is a concept that most do not seem to grasp. Most simply believe it means arriving at your destination, and being in the same place as per usual. To show up to your office, sit down in your cubicle, and pat yourself on the back for making it in to work on time. To be able to say that you’ve been present and on time for 5 days of the week, and that you deserve a weekend off to celebrate your mediocrity. That you’ve somehow managed to earn free time as a reward for your ...

  Knowledge Is Power.      I’ve stated that here, in these moments, more times than I can count. The undeniable fact that all which we seek lies on the otherwise of knowledge. That every single movement we make, here in life, is based around an unknown force which we carry within our heads.      Downloading knowledge will soon become the norm. Individuals will be able to connect themselves to a mainframe, and access whatever it is that comes to their mind. Much like we do already today, on the internet. Grab our phones or our computers, and simply hop online to absorb new information. Constantly flowing, from A-Z, with facts and interpretations running 24/7 non-stop. The age of information has already begun.      In a world filled with information, it becomes increasingly difficult to find true knowledge. In fact, with so much noise present, the challenge presented becomes extremely difficult. Not only must one find a way to cut through ...

  Yesterday. All my troubles seemed so far away.      Sampling on songs is one of the greatest game-changers in all of music history. Seriously. When you sit and think about it, it’s absolutely mind-blowing.        I always remember an interview I once watched with Prince. He said that songs were now samples. And that samples, would soon be taken of samples, making songs nothing more than samples of samples of samples of songs. Try saying that one three-times fast, eh? Regardless- he was right. Music has now become nothing more than a repeat of a repeat of what somebody else once wrote. There’s no fighting change- only embracing it.      Honestly, it is what it is. I suppose one could argue that true talent is fading, and now music is simply a by-product of production within the machine. So be it. That is the future of the world. software running the entire show. I feel like if you can’t beat them, you might as well join them, eh? ...