Well, its been another week and I have Surviving the Quarantine Post 5 for you all. This has been another odd week in a nonstop ride of strange. While I am one post closer to creating a habit, my depression is currently clawing at my brain. My writing is slowed, and my energy on a downswing. Still, I refuse to
This ones for my soulmate. A figment of my imagination. But I won’t waste too much time. A pointless expectation. She dances in the wind and seems to defy gravity. But at night harbors a secret depravity. When she smiles, its not to be adorable. She is plotting something horrible. Her scent confuses all onlookers as they are frozen in
Love love, love That’s what they tell me when I am hurt By spreading light, I am light That releasing positive energy leads to happiness By not destroying the real me Forgive, forgive, forgive That’s what they tell me when I am wronged By being the bigger man, I am a bigger person That letting things go leads to
As I wrote a blog post for my Mom’s Birthday just a few weeks ago, I felt that if I wrote a blog post again for Mother’s Day, that it would have been basically the same with a few nouns changed. And to some degree, that’s perfectly fine. Its a testament to how amazing my Mom is that I
Love is not a one way street. It takes two or more to make it work. The girl who wants to be treated like a princess ends up on a one way street A street that sends her to be married for political advantage. The boy who is told to gut his emotions and be a
There is a famous saying that love conquers all. But this is a foolish notion. Love is itself a derivative of a far more potent emotion. Fear. When you love someone, that is an example of fear, the fear of losing them. When you hate someone, that is an example of fear, the fearing of losing to them. When
The internet would lead you to believe that love is equated with justice, honor, and goodness. I am here today to bring the counterpoint: That these ideas are false. That these premises are false. I will be using stupid amounts of Pathos to make this argument, so if you don’t like that, go elsewhere. Growing up I was raised
I’m sure the title of this one caught your attention. If not that, the fact that my blog posts lately have been a bit more controversial has brought you to me. Now that I have you here reading this, let me elaborate. I am at the time of writing this post at the still young age of 25, but
Wealth is a word that gets thrown around so much in our society that you can trip over it if you are not watching your step. Despite this description of measurement being commonly used, you can talk to ten different people and find ten different answers to it. Today, I will share my answer to this word with a