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The Wheel of the Seasons has turned again and Spring is here. Okay, it's been here, so sue me. There's a lot to do in Springtime. This is the time of year I'm out there cementing in a different kind of poast, building, improving, working before the swampy heat irreversibly welds my balls to the side of my leg for a few months. It's beautiful though, isn't it? If you watch carefully, you can literally see the world come to life overnight. With Easter in the rear view mirror, it's nice to see that rebirth gets an entire season, with those celebratory feasts simply a cherry on top of a natural process that existed long before retarded humans decided to build homes and decorate them with a celebration of that fact, or find divine inspiration in that magic year after year.
Yes, I looked at my cold hardy kiwis the night before, and they were simply a bare vine. In the morning, suddenly, they're green with life, new leaf buds erupting along the entire length. This was their time, and they seized it. It never ceases to amaze me, even though every year I watch the world outside wake up at its predetermined time to blossom, and rise to the occasion, ready to bear fruit and perpetuate this gift of a world we wake up in every day.
We've talked about rebirth in Spring before, but we're not perennials in that sense. Perhaps spiritually, perhaps inspirationally, we are, at least, I know I am, but our path is a mimicry of that natural cycle. We didn't throw down seed last fall (well, hopefully some of you did, and there are some White babies on the way), and there's not a new crop of us ready to rise from the frozen Earth.
We renew ourselves in a different way. The Easter celebration, those feasts and festivals and holy days are one way that I've already mentioned. We mark the cyclical changes of life with temporal anchors that I spoke of over the Winter...but in Spring, it's more than that. This is the time of inspiration, potential, and putting down foundations for our future.
That's the part of Spring I'd like to talk about today. I renew by building. It's a cathartic experience that I would recommend most men seek out in life if they haven't already. It's a natural archetype that is a part of the mold you were formed in, and ingrained in your very being. There is nothing quite like the satisfaction of a project completed. Every year as time passes, the cycle is reborn again, but most of our creations, like us, are a year older, a year more worn down, a year more in need of attention and care. Every year, I start the Spring with a massive laundry list of things I want to do, things I need to do, things that need repair, and things that need further planning, and I force that creative energy of the season into those tasks, and bring about my own sense of rebirth. All around you, you will have the motivational growth of the living, breathing world outside your door to drive you onward to complete those things.
Does that trusty roof finally need to be replaced? Are the hinges on the barn door no longer up to the task? Is the barn, or the shed, or the garden bed, still big enough for your needs? Are you taking on a new project of some sort that needs structure to become a reality? These are all the types of things we can go over when we plan our yearly rebirth. For me, the garden must always expand. Perhaps old boxes are starting to show signs of disrepair, and it's time to rip them out and build something better in the space. Perhaps this year, you're going to add turkeys or pheasants to the poultry. Perhaps your cattle need a better shelter for rearing young, a new farrowing pen, kidding box, something that will leave this year in a better place than it was prior.
This is our rebirth, and it's a metaphor for the process we need to apply to our personal life as well. You will never be perfect, but you should never stop striving for it. Perhaps you've left a part of yourself in disrepair. Don't like your weight? Your physical prowess? Reforge yourself in the fires of effort, and become the person you want to be. Don't like how much time you spent reading or learning? Pick up the fucking book and start studying. Become reborn in new knowledge that you have always desired. You are, in many ways, that old barn. Each year, you're going to find one part of yourself gets neglected a little more than you wished, or is in need of some refurbishment, and you can let Spring be that reminder that it's time to get yourself up to speed.
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Smile, nod, and keep doing what you're doing.
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You know, as much as I believe the Bible is right, Christians can be a real drag too. Case in point: My coworker. I admire his faith, but what I cannot stand is when he and other Christians drag my dreams through the mud with the same Revelation-cited trash.
So, Revelation is your excuse for allowing the world to go to shit? Maybe you ought to burn with the evil you permitted then, for dragging down those like me who have been wrecked mentally, physically and emotionally by that evil.
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There is. As an artist I have both the blessing and the curse of seeing worlds far beyond what is. Visions of grand architecture, wondrous vehicles, palaces of clockwork and brass, and the darkest nightmares beyond human comprehension.
The true curse is the desire to make it real, and never quite reaching it.
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Yeah, but you have the vision of an artist. It's both a blessing and a curse. I'd still rather have that than the alternative, a mind devoid of imagination and creativity.
A hard part of having artistic vision is accepting that every cool idea you have won't make it to reality. Ideas are basically sperm cells, you're going to blast out millions of them - just keep a notebook handy and try to preserve the best, and if a few of the sea turtles make it to the shore, you should be happy. It's more than many people manage to accomplish.
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Doomers gonna doom. Doomers have valid points sometimes so I don't ignore them. There are plenty of shitty things in the world that need noticing, and if you don't identify them you can't fix them. Proper problem identification is the silver bullet of troubleshooting. Also, not being a Pajeet.
BUT - you know that PoV is toxic to you. Keep seeking out the things that remind you there's more to life than all the terrible shit...because there absolutely is.
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Fuck those guys, man. You are you, and that's all the reason in the world to be who you are and ignore them. The world's been going to hell since it started. Paradoxically it's also been heavenly. It's a simple frame shift that can be really hard to pull off, but it's possible. Keep identifying the things that pull you into that way of thinking and drown them like niggers in a pool.
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Like the fucking doomers that keep seeping into this place from Gab. They're like a fucking infection: An ever-spreading plague that needs to burn with the jews, perverts and heathens they permitted to run amok.
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Good for you, fren. Good luck chasing off the demons, too. The best antidote to addiction is finding things that REALLY make you happy, because all of us above nigger tier intelligence know in our hearts the fix doesn't bring happiness.
Keep fighting the good fight!
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I know what I want. The problem is the demons telling me I can't have it.
"You're doomed to fail! The world is going to Hell alongside everything you want."
"Who the fuck do you think you are? How dare you try to be anything."
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Needed to read this. Being 77 days out from addiction, falling back on work hours, finally having real skin in the game for my art.
I suppose the doomers will always be the same crabs in the bucket that they are now. As for me, I seek my own freedom. To break the chains that have held me down my entire life.
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This eternal process of rebirth and betterment, if you diligently stick to it, ensures a steady curve of growth in a positive direction. You may slide in some areas, year after year, but if you spend each Spring making improvements, before long the improvements will outnumber the problem areas year after year, and you, your home, the world around you, will end each Winter in a better place than when you started, and there's nothing better in life than that. You can enjoy the satisfaction of all of those completed tasks, and find fulfillment in all the labor and toil that comes with being part of a world that perpetually has to rise again from the ashes, from being a being in a perpetual state of need and nourishment.
It's not just about building - that's what I chose because it's what Spring reminds me of. This is your time to create, though. If it's not a structure, make it art, make it life, make it music or written word, but make it something that leaves the world a better place than it was the day before you forced your will upon it.
This Spring, that's all I want from my White folk. Did you honestly apply your strength and talents to improve yourself, and all that you survey? You won't always be successful, but if you put that effort in, you're walking down the right path to an end that we all so desperately need.
This Spring, remake yourself, and don't forget to take a moment to stop and smell the flowers, and watch the world spring back to life alongside you. It all happens so quickly, and each year its pace quickens. I promise, those moments of pause you take amid the fervent productivity will be all the kindling you need to keep the inner fires burning.
You're a part of it all, and you always will be. Don't shy from it, embrace it, and be born anew.
Happy Spring, poasters.
Please poast responsibly.
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