I routinely write here at Godless hours of our actuality. Our experience of living transcends into lost time, and energy only progresses into affluence and a plethora that we pay our undivided application to. ⏳ My narrative of late seldom invites the provocations that I have managed to boil my personal dilemmas down to, I am assuredly glad to see the back of the last few years. Allow me to elaborate...  Since my last post, I have encountered the inexplicable climax of a contest which imposes that you aren't worth any thing unless you have plenty of people to prove it to. Ultimately, I disagree. I have come to know that life is not as linear as incipiently supposed by school teachers, work colleagues and family members. 🏆 Although they fiercely indoctrinate us with their own convictions and likewise axioms, this is not necessarily an accurate guideline to the life of an individual, distinctly a young person in this modern culture.  Shortly after the Halloween holi...

A polite notice for future investors I didn't sleep all night, and I was worried about my future accommodation arrangements, how I would afford my bills and who I had been getting involved with, these last few weeks so much, that I waited for the shop to legally sell alcohol (10am) and I ended up with a bottle of Buckfast, by chance. I took it home, and altered my state of conscience, because I didn't believe in my own capacity to cope with belittlement of greedy landlords. This day I made my own, guided by the spirit and the knowledge that I had left my old life for a reason, secure in the moment of full awareness of my own being. I am still learning to achieve this with out drugs or alcohol. I am happy to say that I have quit smoking again, and I reserve a small bottle of Vodka on my dressing table, but that is all for now. I got into the square on my mountain bike as usual, as a means of escape, something compelled me to go the the skate park at Lady Bay earlier ...