Childhood
Understanding Others Is Impossible Without Understanding Yourself
Understanding Others Is Impossible Without Understanding Yourself In the hustle and bustle of daily life, we interact with countless individuals, sharing ideas, expressing emotions, and exchanging thoughts. But have you ever paused to consider the key to truly understanding others—their struggles, joys, and situations? The answer lies within ourselves: the ability to understand others stems from first understanding oneself. We often fail to grasp our inner thoughts, emotions, and circumstances, making it incredibly challenging to empathise with others.
By Dipak Pawarabout a year ago in Confessions
Being understood or Being accepted
On the back of so many conflicts and misunderstandings with my peers, I always felt like the issue was miscommunication. I thought to myself that maybe I am not expressing myself in the right way, maybe my communication isn’t the best and so this person isn’t able to understand me. I tried my best to communicate my ideas with much more clarity every time, whether they were political views or my opinions on how I think things should be done in a project. Unfortunately, every attempt led to just more debate, and inevitably an argument ensued. With time I have come to understand that it isn’t a problem of miscommunication, the other person understands me and what I am saying but they prefer to be at odds with me.
By real Jemaabout a year ago in Confessions
Love Yourself: The Greatest Task of Your Life
Love Yourself: The Greatest Task of Your Life Your life is a beautiful story where you are the protagonist. However, in the hustle of fulfilling responsibilities and meeting the expectations of others, we often lose sight of ourselves. In this endless race, our feelings, joys, and needs take a backseat. Do you ever pause and ask yourself, “Am I truly happy?” For most of us, this question doesn’t find its way into our busy lives, let alone its answer. This realisation reveals a harsh truth — we’ve forgotten who we truly are.
By Dipak Pawarabout a year ago in Confessions
Accepting Your Mistakes
Accepting Your Mistakes Mistakes are an inseparable part of life. Every individual makes mistakes, as they often mark the beginning of a learning journey. However, how many of us have the courage to admit them? Often, we try to hide our errors or blame others instead of accepting them. This approach, however, only deceives ourselves. The true mark of humanity lies in acknowledging one's mistakes, which is also the foundation of genuine wisdom.
By Dipak Pawarabout a year ago in Confessions
Through The Bareness Of 2024- My Journey
Life in its brevity often feels burdensome, yearning for us to be free of all the turbulence that stirs up its breaths in our hearts. How beautiful would life be if we let go of pain, anger, sadness, grim! I wish we had built-in programming that would delete all the moments and experiences that stirred catastrophic fires and raged war and kindled and whooshed the fire within us simultaneously!
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
12 Reminders for Year-End Reflection
It is that time of the year again when everyone posts how truly they have accomplished feats of success, competence, grit and determination. How magnificently their vision boards have manifested in the brilliance of their alluring existence! While it is a celebratory feat for all those who had a year that was filled with love and light, it is important to remember that the life projected on social media is the highlight of someone’s best days in the entirety of their existence. It is amazing for someone to put themselves out there and post their joy for life on their platform, but in the world where comparison is so normalised, I hope you remember life does not need to be aesthetically pleasing and swoon-worthy for it to be called a perfect life.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
The Day I Can't Remember
The afternoon sun beat down on the bustling streets of Nairobi as I left my tuition classes, my backpack heavy with books and my mind still swimming with mathematical equations. I was fifteen then, a tenth-grade student with the usual teenage concerns – upcoming exams, friendship drama, and getting home before my favorite TV show started.
By mayta emilyabout a year ago in Confessions
When no one fought for me.
In my darkest moments, when life’s edge felt dangerously close, I was starkly alone. The guardians who should have been my bulwark were absent, leaving me unshielded and vulnerable. It’s a deep-seated pain to realize that those we call family — parents, grandparents, aunts, and uncles — sometimes fail to stand up for us when we need it the most. The people who should have loved and protected me were nowhere to be found when I needed them the most. This absence created a gaping hole in my life that, for years, I tried to fill with the wrong things — love, attention, and validation from people who couldn’t give me what I needed.
By Zapphire Zuccaabout a year ago in Confessions
The Seasonal Chronicles
DECEMBER - 2024 It's December again—the tumultuous December, when life ends at the hands of an unflinchingly brazen cold. As hopes dip into unsheathing horrors of fate, and woes intertwine into an unyielding vault of perennial desperation, life has become piercingly unbearable. Evoking valor and summoning little pieces of my fragmented existence every time I let myself step out of my fated misery, I feel like shedding off the skin of my carefully woven dreams, leaving the cast of my unfulfilled hopes to wither and wan, carefully plodding, never looking back at what destiny considered too heavy for my soul to be clothed in. As cold ascends further, I must find myself a cloak of warmer misfortune, lest I die at the hands of a cooler misery.
By Ishaabout a year ago in Confessions
An ode to my journey
Remember the times when we would yearn for certain things and beings to foster their being into our lives, where what we wanted was so far-fetched, dreams that we found so unfathomable to forge their breaths in our lives? It is wondrous and almost astonishing how existence in the most unimaginable ways, how we fathom that something we can never live without, life always turns out for the better when we let go of what no longer serves us, of what we can no longer control or any experience, person, entity or situation that we outgrow in our existential being.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
How I Learned About the Wickedness of Man — Well, in This Case, "Women". Content Warning.
How I Learned About the Wickedness of Man — Well, in This Case, "Women" POV: I was nine years old. 😢😩 There are boarding schools, and then there’s Command Secondary School. I’ve heard many stories from other boarding schools, but nothing compares to what Command was like in the 2000s. I can’t speak for 2024, but back then, it was the devil’s playground. Everyone was either a pawn or being pawned.
By Zulaihat Tijaniabout a year ago in Confessions
