My dream is perfect,and it stays so, so long as it stays in my mind, and away from the mortality of the physical world. The vision of what I want my life to be, is the warmth I cling to on a cold winter night- it’s my source of fuel for when I see no reason to keep going but can’t live with the idea of giving up.

It’s terrifying, the prospect of giving birth to this dream.If I do, it may yet die. It can die a horrible death, whilst screaming “why” in a blood soaked state of fury and terror, “Why couldn’t you have kept me to yourself?”.-

“Because I am here” I will reply “And I’m bound to create… and because you are a part of me— a part I can’t contain.”

It is because I have this vision of how I want my life to be— it is because I have this one life to live that I must give this dream a birth! I am a human being, set apart from the beasts that simply walk this earth, by my ability to shape the earth.

 I’ve lived the life of the man non-driven and pursuit less. It was a slow poison that created a thirst for self destruction deep within me. Far too many mornings I’ve been awakened in bed by the numbness of an incomplete and unchallenged existence. A thousand nights I’ve sat at the edge of my bed staring into the mirror, wondering why I have yet to feel a thing.

 A life with no goal is no life at all. A life with no purpose is just a ghost parading in a dead man’s corpse. I spent years moving from small challenge to small challenge, barely engaging my mind and settling as soon as I received some notion of success. I know what emptiness feels like– to try, to cry and to pray with no result. The appearance of a quick smile or passing laugh only to be wiped away by a wave of crushing emptiness.

I’ve learned the hard way how necessary having a dream is. A golden vision that you would rather die for than leave not pursued. An accomplishment or a purpose that speaks to the essence of your soul, that lends itself to your virtues. And forces you to face your worst vices.

Nietzsche was correct in proclaiming that “God is Dead”, and that nihilism was the next act to follow. What has rarely been clear, is how man is to find value in a life in which there is no god to direct said values. The government has made attempts at this, in history and especially now. The Soviets tried to direct that as the State, and the Nazis attempted the same in the Aryan Race. These efforts at order and value failed miserably and brutally in their way of providing value to human beings. There can be no value to the individual in a system where he is just a cog in the collective machine. Man must be an end to himself, and have the values that reflect as such. Man must create his own values-on an objective basis-on a standard that holds his own life and its continuation as the standard of value.

When we’re young we have dreams,goals and passions.We tend to see life as an ideal to strive towards. But then we get older and start to lose that idealism as a world desperate to break us encroaches on us. We’re told that our dreams and goals aren’t possible, because either there were no examples of that dream in the world now, or every example of that dream had failed. But if it can be conceived to exist in reality, then it can exist in reality and in fact with the will power and the intellectual thought behind the action it must be so!

I’ve mentioned in previous entries how important the correct,- realistic framework is when approaching objectives or goals, but this is by far most important when it comes to dreams. To design a life that you not only would love to live over and over again but would fight to the death before losing! This cultural nihilism that we now face is an all encompassing all-devouring monstrous void. Whether it be the left that has leaned into catastrophizing climate change and calling everyone a Nazi for saying there are only two genders, or the right that overlooks their own religious leaders sexual abuse of children and gross religious nationalism, I believe We the People,-have lost the fucking plot.

What’s my dream then? My golden goal that I’m thinking about everyday and night until I’m finally able to actualize its existence? To be a writer. To be a philosopher. To make a living reading, writing, thinking and speaking. Not because I can be immortalized or get some sort of fame on social media.It’s because when I think about what would cause me the most pleasure in life, what would be my ideal existence, my intellectual heroes and what they did comes to mind. The people that made advances in liberal thought, that made it so that our thriving societies were even a possibility today, that’s what I want for myself. Because politics don’t change the world, ideas do. And although we’ve had some giants in the past give us great ideas that have created the flourishing and mostly free societies of today, over the last few decades the more predominant negative ideas have started to overtake them.

We, as humans, must have a goal. We must have something we live for, besides working and paying taxes. This dead -in-the-face zombie look I see all around me is terrifying. If we don’t care about anything, we’ll drown in apathy. Look inward, ask yourself those hard questions, and create your own values.