3/14/25 Take a Breath.</h1> <article> <h1>3/14/25 Take a Breath.</h1> <p>Fri, 03 Oct 2025 03:00:40 +0000</p> <p> The hunt for meaning, both of this life and the next, is inherently meaningless. Like everyone else, I've thought about things like: Who am I? Why am I here? What do I want? </p> <p> But in all honesty? I don't think it matters. </p> <p> We always hunger for the next big thing, the next promotion, going to college, or making it in Hollywood. Because of this, we can never take a step back and just breathe. What matters is living a life that makes you happy, but seeking happiness can be hard. I know I've lost sight of that goal many times in my short life; I've stressed over school and spiraled to the point that it impacted my mental and physical health- losing sight of that end point. </p> <p> Living anywhere but now is always a mistake. As the saying goes, "Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery. " Sometimes, it's important to let go of the reins and go where life takes you. Experience life! Stop to smell the roses, but don't worry about the flowers that have already bloomed- what's done is done. It was never about tomorrow; it has always been about today. </p> <p> I'll go to a college, I'll live a life, and I'll eventually die, and so will you. I'm okay with that, I think </p> </article> <article> <h1>9/29/25: What If?</h1> <p>Fri, 03 Oct 2025 02:59:25 +0000</p> <p> Do you ever wonder who you would be if everything were different? </p> <p> What if you were straight? Would you have more guy friends? Would you feel you belong? Would you experience that fanciful mystery of young love? </p> <p> What if you grew up somewhere else? A place where people talk to each other outside their houses, where you could go places when you were young? </p> <p> What if I were born a different man in a different time in a different place? Would the world still go on the same? </p> <p> Sometimes, I wonder if I were everything I ever wanted, would I long for what I have now? </p> <p> The world is always changing--too fast for anyone to keep up. </p> <p> There's so much that I regret not doing: Boy Scouts, being better at fencing, staying in touch with friends. But if I let it consume me, I'll never see what tomorrow brings. </p> <p> That's all, folks. Thanks for listening to my musings </p> </article> <article> <h1>7/12/25: Faith</h1> <p>Fri, 03 Oct 2025 02:58:47 +0000</p> <p> Nothing in this world irritates me more than self-righteous "pagans," who demand that everyone subscribes to their Orthodoxy. Most aren't pagans, but rather Heathenists, worshipping a reconstructed religion. I have seen some suggest that the Norse gods don't get jealous, or threaten, or get angry - have they read anything ever? </p> <p> A wholly different person claimed that Pagonism is a set, defined religion that requires more "effort" than nature walks. </p> <p> HUMAN SPIRITUALITY ISN'T ABOUT EFFORT. </p> <p> That's a puritanical, purist belief rooted in religious extremists (typical Christian, because these are usually white Americans who become these Militant Pagans) </p> <p> YOU CAN'T DISRESPECT YOUR ANCESTORS' RELIGION BY PRACTICING IT IMPROPERLY. YOU ARE PRACTICING IT WRONG BY VIRTUE OF PRACTICING AT ALL. </p> <p> As a person who enjoys comparative mythology, religious theology, psychology, and politics, the people who misunderstand everything about everything while preaching and proselytizing about how they're morally superior absolutely boil my blood. </p> <p> Never tell anyone how they should worship anything. Everyone is wrong in unique, interesting ways. To claim otherwise is to fundamentally misunderstand the human condition and the nature of faith. </p> </article> <article> <h1>10/2/25: Hope</h1> <p>Fri, 03 Oct 2025 02:57:34 +0000</p> <p> Hope is the oldest dream of all; the dream of a better tomorrow is one every man has felt. Sometimes all we have is hope, and in those days we cling to it like a drowning man. Even when we know it will do nothing, it is better to die standing, howling in pain as we bleed from our grip on the razor-sharp edge, than go quietly into the dark, whimpering. </p> <p> I will hope, always. </p> <p> I will cling to that hope, even when days are bleak, when the moon goes dark and the air is cold; I will hold on to that edge. No matter the pain of what it brings, I will scream into the void until I can no longer draw breath to yell. </p> <p> I will hope, always. </p> <p> Sometimes it's hard to go on moving, but then I ask myself, if I give in now, what was the point? Do I prove my doubters right? Do I cave to the gnawing hunger of hopelessness? Or do I go on, a bold-faced liar in the face of everything? </p> <p> Of course I do. </p> <p> I'll be damned if I let this be the end of me. </p> <p> </p> </article> </main></body></html>