The Northern 📍

  Spring Forward.      How do you know when it’s time to pack your bags and go? How can you know when you’ve worn out your welcome, and the time to leave has arrived? How can you feel it, deep inside your soul, when the future is calling- not knowing what awaits outside of the door?      Progress is inevitable. The clock keeps ticking life away, regardless of if you’re paying attention or not. The sands wait for no man.        Why should they? Why should life revolve solely around you? The world doesn’t owe you anything. It doesn’t bend at the mercy of your own will. The truth is- You’re irrelevant. Another name on a long, long list of billions who have came before, and who will come next. A never-ending story of humanity, constantly pushing forward chasing something we cannot quite grasp. ✶      Every man wishes to play God, to a certain degree. To sit here, and say that I have never thought of it, would be a lie. I’...

  Back on the grind.      Another day, another week, another month, another year. Time keeps on slippin’. One day it’s here, the next it’s gone. Somebody please, stop this clock.      I wonder what the future holds. I wonder, if all of this is for vain, or if something comes out of it. The physical activity, the reading, the writing, the music. Everything. Everywhere. All at once. Is there a point to all the daily activities? Or is the purpose simply to suffer, and kill time before it kills me?      Suppose I’ll never know. Suppose, I’m simply meant to live it and then look back once I’ve finally reached the end. Once I’ve finally crossed that finish line- then I can rest my head and look back at it all and ponder. Overall, the end does not occupy too much space in my mind. Reality has taught me that the end can come crashing down all at once, upon a single notice. I do not think that life is like a Hollywood movie, where the plot wraps ...