Smokencanvas is a blog based around a variety of world views that have the following in common.
We encourage the pursuit of:
- Health awareness
- Harsh truth’s of the world
We do not endorse:
- Monogamy for young males
- Political correctness
We believe in:
- Implementing strategical tactics and maneuvers to assist in obtaining power, fulfillment and ultimate happiness
- Implementing a logical approach to life
- Traditional gender roles
We argue that:
- Making decisions out of emotion is often irrational, illogical, and detrimental to your well being.
- Strategy trumps hard work.
- Building an empire should be the focus of every young males life, as opposed to monogamy.
- What is considered “right” is often wrong. What is considered “wrong” is often right.
- Men and women are not the same, or built equal.
- Obtaining fulfillment only requires an openness to logic, reason, and strategy
Credit: Samantha S
The past couple years of my life have taken me down some interesting avenues all due to my pursuit for freedom. What I’m about to unleash on you may not be conclusive for everyone, but this is based on my experience. This is what freedom means to me.
Freedom is not having obligations or constraints. Freedom is not having a job that you rely on. Freedom is not having a girlfriend who is expecting your call, or having a date with friends where your absence must be explained with a detailed excuse. Freedom is not having to give an extended notice to end a contract or job. Freedom is not owning so much stuff that you need a storage unit. Freedom is not having a fat wallet full of so many cards that your life turns upside down when you lose it.
I’m reminded of my freedom when I’m on a bus or train to another town, city, or province. All my important belongings are in my backpack, which is always tagging along for the adventure in the seat next to me. Nobody has a clue where I am, nor do they care. I’m traveling solo to a place I’ve never seen before as a complete stranger, with zero burdens to see anything or visit anyone. I don’t have any worries or concerns; no bills, no duties. I’m leaning back on an old chair, but I might as well be hovering above the street without a rope wrapped around my neck pulling me back to where I started. I could die on the Via Rail in between cities or provinces I’ve never touched ground on, and it would take a couple days for anyone who knows me to find out. My backpack could disappear and within a day I could easily have everything replaced. This is freedom.
I wouldn’t trade these train rides and endless possibilities of future adventures of not having to answer to anyone, for all the money in the world or all the women in the world. I lay back, shut my eyes, and allow my thoughts and dreams to go wherever they want, with no stress or tension disturbing them. There’s no rush. I am free. The whole wide world can demand something of me and I can brush it off with a laugh. The government can freeze all my accounts and take all my money, but they can’t find me on this train.
I may stay in my destination or I may not. Maybe I’ll create a new identity, or maybe I’ll be myself. Maybe I’ll take a bus, or maybe I’ll walk. I wasn’t free when I lived beyond my means, when I depended on the money man would provide me with every two Fridays. I started spending significantly less than my earnings, and over a short period of time it has started to bless me with freedom. The only person I envision myself answering to is me. I can disappear tomorrow, and never check my online accounts or answer my phone again. If I just vanish, I’ll do just fine. If you can’t close your eyes and just say goodbye to the world, you aren’t free.