The Northern 📍

  Back In The Game.      After a short time-out, we’re officially back. The shoes have been laced up. The horn has been raised. The time keeper has been alerted. Lo and behold, the game carries on.      Finally being back in the race is a bag full of mixed feelings. On one hand, the ability to eventually rejoin society sounds like a blast. The ability to get out of the same old, same old, in exchange for something new- that excites me. However, the need to return to the race, where every step is the same as the last, where every second is used against you- that part sounds dreadful.      In reality, we must learn to accept the good and the bad, and the ugly. We must become comfortable understanding that in order to achieve what we wish, we must sometimes be willing to do things we do not. We must be comfortable in accepting the means to an end. To use these stepping stones to propel us forward, so that we may rise and claim our destiny. ...

  No One Cares, Until You Win.      No one. Nobody. Nothing.      It’s a harsh reality that we must come to face, day after day. The cold, hard truth that we are only as good as our last victory. That our words are empty, unless there is great success behind them. That we are nothing more than a collection of wins or losses, determining our value and worth.      While this may sound as a degrading and rude description- it is our reality. Especially, for those of us who call ourselves men. The world will continue to treat us harshly, until we have something to show for it. Something to show for all our efforts and work which we put in.        Nobody cares about the journey that we go through. Nobody reaches out, and shows sympathy to a man who cannot win. They fill his head with empty words, pretending to be on their team and supporting them, all the while they disrespect you and continue on as if you are nothing more ...