Bad habits
The roots of addiction
nrugbuseatGPTaidtGPTrtainlyre Theootsfddictionurneyhroughhe rhododendron small suburban town, life seemed idyllic. Families enjoyed the tight-knit community, children played in the parks, and the local high school was known for its strong academic performance. However, beneath the surface of this seemingly perfect environment, a troubling issue was brewing—drug abuse among the town's youth.
By Vivian ohwoabout a year ago in Confessions
The Midas Touch: A Modern Myth
The dream of wealth was Alex's golden calf. He chased it relentlessly, devouring books, attending seminars, and networking with fervor. Yet the elusive treasure remained just beyond his grasp. A chance encounter with the myth of King Midas forced him to confront the emptiness of his pursuit.
By Iftikhar Akramabout a year ago in Confessions
The Love and the Difficulty of Loving
After all these years, I recently discovered that my mother is a toxic person. Not because she wants to be, but because life made her that way. And when I stop to analyze, I understand that she can’t change that now. It’s too late!
By Persephoneabout a year ago in Confessions
Holistic Health: Navigating Physical, Mental, and Environmental Well-Being"
Sure, I can help with a detailed overview of health. Since 1300 words is quite extensive, I'll cover several key aspects including physical health, mental health, and the influence of lifestyle choices. If there's a specific focus you'd like, let me know!
By Mawande Flatelaabout a year ago in Confessions
A World Of My Creation
I have created this world: brick by brick, landscape by landscape, reality by reality. In this realm of my own making, I can jump from one scenario to another with ease and fluidity. It’s fun, and it offers a much-needed escape from the complexities and challenges of my real world. In this world, I am everything and anything I can ever imagine.
By Oresiri Mukoroabout a year ago in Confessions
one too many. Content Warning.
I wrote this in 2021 for an Ela assignment Being the black sheep of the herd can be empowering. It can make you feel different from the rest, like you have a destiny placed by God waiting for you in the footprints of life. But sometimes, that small shed of light can become nothing more than the moon's aura, nothing more than the reflection of a candle. And you slowly feel yourself become an outcast of society, the laughing stock of the herd.You feel as if you can’t dance like the others, you can’t frolic in the meadows or feel the euphoria of love. As that slowly slips away, you feel life itself become dragged into nothingness, yet the only escape from that ever cycling reality leads you to the slaughterhouse of the farm. The long lost legacy God left you, was to die a death of meaning, to sing your beautiful song as you're stripped of what makes you your own self being. It takes away the humanity of the ones who care for you, and it shows their true intentions.They saw you as nothing but dead meat all along.
By D.Dabout a year ago in Confessions
My recent reflection. Top Story - August 2024.
Life has its ways of teaching you important lessons. Everything that happens in our existence strides its convoluted intersectionality with a purpose, a purpose that in its divinity has an impactful metamorphosis in our reality. How little do we know about what is about to come when we so confoundingly announce that I know this is how my life would turn out to be. In its own magnanimous and unexpected ways, you would get to what you deserve rather than what you want in most anomalies that our choices create. Whether we get what we want or face a delay or rejection, every event is a rendered outcome of the myriad of choices we chose and how divine intervention in its beauty shielded us from the things that could have destroyed us.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
Fathers Struggles
Leon stood at the kitchen sink, his hands submerged in soapy water as he scrubbed the dishes from dinner. The sound of his five daughters' laughter filled the air, a brief respite from the overwhelming sense of responsibility that constantly weighed on him. His wife, Maria, sat in the living room, her eyes glued to the television. She rarely acknowledged him these days, and their once passionate relationship had grown cold. Leon had come to accept this new reality, though it stung him deeply.
By leon smithabout a year ago in Confessions
