The Northern 📍

  Art Will Save The World.      I believe it was Dostoevsky who said that, many, many years ago. Which goes to show that the world has been in a d decline for a long time now. History continues to repeat itself, over and over again. No matter what day or age it is, the evils of yesterday are ever-present tomorrow as well.      I fear I may never be able to save the world. I fear that my ability to extend out and aid those who are in distress will diminish. I fear that I am nothing more than a failure in the arts.        Saving the world was all that I ever dreamt of. Being able to wake up, and work towards awakening the human spirit and consciousness. Unfortunately, a grim reality is slowly setting within. The fact that I am simply not strong enough. That I have overestimated my reach, and I must now face the consequences. The consequences that I will soon become nothing more than another cog in the machine. Another brick in the wal...

  Some Things Never Change.      The more things change- the more they stay the same.      It’s amazing to see, that after all this time, you can always rely on the same-old same-old to prevail. The more you try to stray from the path, the more the path reveals itself to you.      Perhaps thats what is called destiny. Perhaps, that is called fate. Perhaps, no matter how hard we attempt to stray from what we are or who we are meant to be- the Universe has a way of always bringing us back. Back to where we fall into our lane again. Back into the area of our lives where we are capable of growing and becoming everything we we born to become. The powers at work are beyond understanding, beyond comprehension. Sometimes all we can do, is throw ourselves into the wind and surround to its direction.      Ships in the ocean are meant to sail. Some sail through devastating storms and minor hurricanes. Others, travel through clear ski...