The Northern 📍

  Days become Weeks, Weeks become Years.      Time no longer feels real. I am slowly trapped within a never-ending cascade of motion, where everything slowly slips away.      Life is this really weird phenomenon, and I don’t seem to understand it. At least, I don’t seem to understand the system which we humans have created. Reality and the Universe would be much better off without ever existing, without ever truly being born. Yet here we are, alive and powerful beyond all measures. Some things simply do not make sense.        I often think of the quote from Dune, where the Arrakis soldier says that Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to experience. I definitely get that, because I agree. No matter how hard we search for the answer, no matter how deep we dive- all we find is more questions. Never-ending questions, like a rabbit hole with no end. Wiser men than me have dedicated their lives to the search for the answer, ...

  We should have more hours in a day.      Seriously. 24? Nowhere near enough to get things done, in my opinion.        Why do we even operate on a 24 hour clock anyways? What is the significance of it? I know, I know- we’ve been doing it forever. Why fix it if it ain’t broken? Well, perhaps it is broken. Perhaps the current 24 hour schedule simply isn’t enough.      Time is a weird thing, when you truly break it down and understand it. Honestly, it’s a mess. 60 seconds, 60 minutes, 24 hours? Where’s the logic in it? I could probably search and write a whole page about the history of the modern-day clock, and how it came into existence etc. but truthfully, I don’t care enough. I don’t feel like doing all the research and formulating complex arguments for the sake of it. Today, I don’t feel like fighting against the brainwashed population who simply do as they’re told.      Today is a weird day. I feel like today, anyt...

     Another Day, Another Dollar.      Another Week, Another Buck. We made it thru another 7 days of torture, to finally see the sun rise again. What a journey it’s been, let me tell you.      By now, the pattern seems to suggest that Sunday’s are for reflection. Taking time out of your day, to look back on the week that was. To analyze all that you’ve done, and to understand what else there is to do. To celebrate, to ponder, and to plan. The reality is, we’re all in this together- and the journey ain’t over just yet. The marathon continues- so you better have your shoes tied up tight.      Most of the week seems to fly by, when you look at it in the rearview mirror. I suppose that is the gift of hindsight, 20/20 vision. The reality is, when you’re stuck within it- things can be a never-ending battle. At least, that is how it feels most of the time. All the workouts, the cardio, the dieting, the chipping and grinding away at do...