Is there anything more true than death? — No, I’m not trying to sway your beliefs or discredit your god or gods. Or am I? … We can believe in God(s) entirely, but can we prove he/they exist? We can believe in heaven and hell, but are they real? We can believe in reincarnation, but how would we…

A short of what it feels like to be “banked” — I’ve spoke about the “middle ground” before. It’s a life sucking hostile place to be. It’s that cold, seemingly desolate place where the momentum has yet to hit, where we suffer from insecurity the most, and where we’re most often pulled between two different identities…the old, caged, reluctant version of…

How current ideologies may be smothering necessary life lessons — First off… I’m the most feminine, vulnerable and submissive character out of all my male friends. I’m not saying feelings and sensitivity are negative things. Only the flaunting of them. What happens when we create a religion around things? What does it mean to decide what is true or false…

Is it damaging? — First off dear reader, No matter what chapter you’re in, single or taken or complicated, it’s okay for you to be in it. A bad book is one you never try to finish, a good book promotes curiosity to move forward, and a great book demands your soul to see…

Perspective and Questions on What the F*ck Were all Supposed to Do — What do I want? What do I really want? Who am I now? Who am I after I fail…for the 100th time? What will I do before the end? Will I be proud of who I was? I think for a lot of us — meaning you too reader —…

We can either sell our soul, or we can live through it. — It’s hard to believe that life is some gift. I’m an optimist, but also a realist. Of all of the difficulties that I’ve complained about and misery I’ve put myself through constructed by my own mind, I arrogantly admit that I have a spirit that just won’t fucking die. I’m…

Can we save ourselves from….ourselves? — I’m new to writing, but you know what I love about it? And maybe you do too… It gives us time to process. Even more so when we do it by hand. I actually feel like my brain is rewiring, pushing into new territory. It allows for contemplation. It allows…

What do lost boys become? — “You don’t realize it, but you need me son.” Mother….f*cker…. I don’t know why this hurt me so much. But even more so, it infuriated me. From the very center of me, I burned with anger and resentment after he said it. Who was it? My Father of course. The…

My view on the relentless battles that are missing the core of human progress. — Is anyone else exhausted yet? It’s the attempt for change without progress together that is getting to me. So… What are we without our challenges? But even more so… What are we without actual solution? I feel like I’ve given a nuanced mention, many times now, toward the idea that…