The Northern 📍

  One Must Accept A Terrible Reality.      At some point in every man’s life, they must embrace the truth. They must be willing to accept a truth, that deep down, they’ve always known. A dark, twisted reality, which weak men have spent their lives trying to run from. The harsh world, where nature consumes the weak.      Creating a world where one wishes to live in, is nothing more than a fantasy. An idea. A false reality, meant to steer those who hold true power, away from their potential. The false idea, that one man can change the world, and create something more harmonious than what they’ve seen.      Nature does not forgive the weak. Nature does not spare those, who dream. Nature is a dark, heavy and dangerous force, sent to devour all those who do not fight. Everywhere one looks- from the birds, to the flowers, to every human being- nature consumes what it pleases. There is no negotiating with nature. There is no praying for peace. ...

  Exhausted.      Every single day, a new development. Every single hour, a new story. The constant push of lies and deceit, constantly overflowing the airwaves. This world truly can not know peace.      As much as I am tired writing about it- the enemy does not sleep. As much as I wish to focus my energy on something else- the enemy does not allow me. We are living in the most complex and mind-altering time ever recorded.      The forces at work here will stop at nothing until we are dead. Plain and simple. Not only do they seek our mortal destruction- they seek our spiritual death, as well. They wish to push us to our brinks, to create a world where free men no longer know freedom. Where one is burnt out from the forces which are constantly attacking him. Where man becomes nothing more than a slave to his habits, driving him to the edge of insanity. Another wasted life, amounting to absolutely nothing. Zero-sum.      God...

  Beauty in the Struggle.      I started watching Lord of the Rings again. Honestly, one of the greatest pieces of fiction ever written. The passion for detail, as the very story itself comes to life, is second to none. The constant focus on the history of the races, with their complex battles and challenges faced throughout the ages, is extraordinary. The understanding of a complex chess board, with moving pieces from every angle, help paint an utter masterpiece. Something which we no longer see the likes of today.      I couldn’t help but wonder, why was it that the author was capable of understanding such complex ideas in their head? How was it, that one writer, could envision such a mass migration of parts and cultures, forming a conflict so great that it was documented and watched until this day? The accomplishment is one which should not be taken lightly, at all.      When deep-diving into J.R.R. Tolkien, and the challenges he face...

  Is This The End?      At least, is this what it feels like? Has all this technology, all these black screens- have they simply shown us the inevitable future of mankind?        Sometimes, I feel like the destruction of our civilization is inevitable. I don’t think I feel alone in that sentiment, either. Have we as humans not always sought new ways to wreak havoc upon our own kind? Have we, as mad as we are, always sought new ways to rule over the ashes? The more things change, the more they stay the same, it seems. ✶      Humanity has always been doomed. Since the moment we discovered the wheel and planted our first crops. From harnessing fire, to building houses. The inevitable downfall has always been present, lingering in the shadows. Like a wolf, slowly stalking its prey. One can only continue forward so far, before eventually coming face-to-face with the beast.      Perhaps thats the secret, that’s been guarded...

  What Are You Waiting For?      So much time has been wasted in our lives, waiting for something to happen. Waiting for the right moment, for the right weather. Waiting for the stars to align. Sitting around, constantly waiting, hoping for change to sudden fall into our laps. What is it exactly we are waiting for, anyways?      Do we wait for the Universe to answer our calls? Or do we wait until we finally find the courage to stand up and answer the Universe as it’s calling? Are we meant to be, or become?   ✶      Nothing makes sense. Which, I suppose, means, everything does. Complete chaos does breed a secret order. Destruction does breathe creation. Nothing does summon everything instead. The never-ending back and forth of life, pushing and pulling, twisting and turning, constantly changing its ways.      The only constant that I can find is movement. Movement, that things will always continue to move forward. That...