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The Three Reins That Control a Human Being. AI-Generated.
Human beings like to believe they are free. Free to choose, free to decide, free to walk away. Yet, if we look closely, every person is quietly guided by invisible reins—forces that pull, steer, and sometimes break us. They say a human being is controlled by two reins: hunger and stubbornness. Without hunger, we cannot survive. Without stubbornness, we cannot endure. But there is a third rein—one that is rarely spoken of, yet far more powerful than the other two. Love. Hunger: The Silent Commander Hunger is the most honest force in human life. It does not negotiate. It does not care about pride, principles, or promises. When hunger speaks, everything else becomes quiet. For hunger, a person wakes before dawn. For hunger, a person bends, struggles, and compromises. For hunger, dreams are postponed and dignity is sometimes traded. People say, “I would never do that.” But hunger has a way of changing “never” into “necessary.” Ironically, while humans spend their lives chasing bread, there comes a point where bread begins to consume the human. The routine, the exhaustion, the endless chase for survival slowly eats away at joy, creativity, and peace. We eat to live—but often end up living only to eat. Stubbornness: The Fire That Refuses to Die If hunger keeps us alive, stubbornness keeps us moving. Stubbornness is the voice that says, “I will not give up.” Sometimes it saves us. Sometimes it destroys us. History is full of people who reached greatness because they refused to bow. And it is equally full of people who lost everything because they refused to bend. They say stubbornness can carry a man to the gallows—and still not let him surrender. It is a strange force. It looks like strength, feels like courage, but often hides fear beneath it. Fear of being wrong. Fear of losing. Fear of admitting pain. Stubbornness does not always ask whether the path is right. It only asks whether you are willing to suffer for it. And Then Comes Love Just when a human believes he understands himself—love enters. Quietly. Softly. Without permission. Love does not announce itself like hunger. It does not burn like stubbornness. It simply settles inside, changing everything without asking. Suddenly, hunger loses its command. Food is on the table, but the appetite is gone. Suddenly, stubbornness loses its pride. The strongest person becomes unsure, hesitant, vulnerable. Love rewrites priorities without warning. The Third Rein Some people realize, too late, that they are not controlled by two reins—but by three. Hunger. Stubbornness. And you. And “you” are the hardest rein of all. Because hunger hurts the body. Stubbornness exhausts the mind. But love—love unsettles the soul. Sleepless Nights and Silent Days Love steals sleep first. A person lies in bed, eyes closed, mind wide awake. Conversations replay. Words unsaid echo louder than those spoken. The ceiling becomes a witness to thoughts that cannot be shared. Then love steals hunger. Meals become rituals without meaning. Food tastes the same whether sweet or bitter. The body eats, but the heart refuses nourishment. Love does not announce what it is taking. It simply takes—slowly, gently, completely. The War No One Sees People assume humans are fighting the world. In reality, most people are fighting themselves. Smiles are worn like armor. Conversations stay polite. Daily life continues. But inside, there is noise—memories clashing with logic, hope arguing with reality. The strongest battles are silent ones. No audience. No applause. No victory parade. Just survival. Love Is Not Weakness Love is often mistaken for weakness. It is not. Love is a test. It tests patience. It tests restraint. It tests whether someone can feel deeply and still function. Love does not break people because it is fragile. It breaks them because it is honest. It exposes what hunger and stubbornness can hide. When Control Is an Illusion Hustle culture teaches us control. Discipline. Mastery. Love laughs at control. It does not respond to schedules, logic, or self-help advice. You cannot reason your way out of it. You cannot starve it away. You cannot overpower it with stubbornness. Love stays—whether welcomed or not. The Quiet Truth A human can survive hunger. A human can endure stubbornness. But love demands something deeper. It asks for surrender without guarantees. And perhaps that is why it is the most powerful rein of all. Because in love, humans do not lose control. They give it away. Final Thought Hunger keeps us alive. Stubbornness keeps us standing. But love reminds us that we are human. And sometimes, being human is not about winning or surviving—it is about feeling, even when it hurts. Because in the end, the things that break us are often the same things that make life worth living.
By Zahid Hussain25 days ago in Confessions
Finding Your Voice in a World That Talks Too Much
We live in a world that never stops talking. Notifications buzz, opinions flood timelines, podcasts play in the background, and everyone seems to have something to say about everything. Noise has become the soundtrack of modern life. Yet, in the middle of all this constant chatter, many of us struggle with a quiet, unsettling question: Where is my voice in all of this?
By Aiman Shahid26 days ago in Confessions
How To Make Your Partner Feel Valued Every Day
Emotional connection and satisfaction in long-term relationships are crucial and depend on the feeling of valuation. Once the partners feel valued, they would feel that they belong, secure and that they are loved. Such an emotional identification helps to build intimacy, mutual respect, and general happiness in the relationship. On the other hand, resentment and distance as well as miscommunication may occur when one of the partners perceives themselves as undervalued. Recognizing the importance of appreciating one another on a daily basis will enable the couples to work on their relationship. Through deliberate actions to prove that one appreciates him and values him at all times, partners establish a space where the partners feel observed, listened to, and truly loved, which is essential to the continuation of the strong and satisfying relationship.
By Steve Waugh26 days ago in Confessions
How To Build Stronger Bonds Through Active Listening Skills
Listening is not just hearing, but it is a deliberate process of listening to a partner to comprehend, empathize and intellectually respond to thoughts and emotions of a partner. It is the basis of emotional intimacy, trust and reciprocal respect in romantic relationships. In case partners are active listeners, they show that the feelings and views of the other party are important. Such attentiveness helps to establish a bond and minimize misunderstandings. Learning how listening affects the dynamics of relationships will motivate the couple to be more willing to engage with each other deliberately rather than merely talking about meaningless things, and making daily experiences an occasion to build the relationship.
By Steve Waugh26 days ago in Confessions
The Glare of Ghost Street
The rain was a cold, constant whisper, a thousand tiny accusations hitting the asphalt. It didn’t let up. Just this endless, soft drumming, washing over everything, blurring the edges of a city that never really slept, just sagged into a kind of tired stupor. I watched it pool in the cracks of the sidewalk, each puddle a shattered mirror, catching the smeared smears of neon from the dive bar, the pizza joint, the flashing vacancy sign of the motel that always smelled faintly of disinfectant and stale regret. Red, blue, sickly green, all twisting and shimmering in the black water. Looked like blood in some places, bruising in others.
By HAADI26 days ago in Confessions
Metanoia:
I am not a woman. I am not a man. I am God — consciousness experiencing itself through human form. For generations, humanity has been told to look upward for divinity, to bow to power that sits outside of us. Yet the true message hidden in scripture — buried under translation and fear — has always pointed inward. “Repent,” Jesus said, but he was not demanding guilt or submission. The Greek word was *Metanoia,* and it meant “change your mind.” Upgrade your perception. Transcend the illusion that you are separate from the Divine.
By Living the Greatest CONSPIRACY Theory. By RG.26 days ago in Confessions
The Power of Speaking Your Truth
There comes a moment in everyone’s life when silence begins to feel heavier than words. It may arrive quietly—through a knot in the chest, a lingering regret, or a growing sense of invisibility. Speaking your truth is not always easy, but it is often necessary. It is an act of courage, self-respect, and emotional liberation. In a world that frequently rewards conformity and comfort over honesty, choosing to speak your truth can feel radical. Yet, it is one of the most powerful choices a person can make.
By Aiman Shahid26 days ago in Confessions
The Last Thing We Did Together
I leave the message at 11:43 every night because that’s when you used to come home. I don’t remember deciding that. It isn’t written anywhere. No alarm goes off. My body just knows when it’s time, the way it knows when to swallow or flinch or stop reaching for your side of the bed.
By Dakota Denise 27 days ago in Confessions
I Married for Safety—and Slowly Disappeared. Content Warning.
Evelyn stood at the edge of the marina, breathing in the crisp, pine-scented air of the Canadian coast. It felt sharper—more alive—than the vanilla-scented stillness of the house waiting for her back in Maple Bay.
By hiba abo shawish27 days ago in Confessions
The Unlit Ballroom
The weight of it, Jesus, it was a physical thing. Sat across from her at the kitchen table, the fluorescent light above humming, buzzing, too bright for this hour. For this moment. It bleached the color from everything, made Eleanor’s face look stark, tired. My hands, clammy things, were clamped tight under the table, knuckles white. Stomach twisted in knots, a fist clenching around something sharp, something metallic. Been practicing the words for weeks. Whispered them into the bathroom mirror, into the empty air of my car on the way to work, into the deep, unforgiving night. Never sounded right. Always too small, too flimsy for the chasm they had to cross. My tongue felt thick, a slug in my mouth.
By HAADI27 days ago in Confessions
