Childhood
Learn to Do Every Task Wisely: A Heartfelt Reflection
Learn to Do Every Task Wisely: A Heartfelt Reflection In life, we often come across different kinds of tasks, responsibilities, and challenges. From the smallest household chores to the most significant decisions at work or in personal life, every task demands our attention and effort. However, simply doing a task is not enough; it must be done wisely, with thoughtfulness and precision. The essence of achieving success in any endeavour lies in the ability to perform it with intelligence, patience, and understanding. This philosophy of working smartly, rather than just working hard, can change the way we approach our daily lives and help us achieve our goals effectively.
By Dipak Pawarabout a year ago in Confessions
Dear Mother
Dear Mother, There are not enough words in the world to express my gratitude and love for you. From the moment I was born, you became my protector, my guide, and my biggest supporter. You’ve always been there, offering endless love without ever asking for anything in return. Your care has shaped who I am today, and for that, I am forever grateful.
By Tipu Dasabout a year ago in Confessions
Be Your Own Boss: Leading Yourself with Purpose and Freedom
Be Your Own Boss: Leading Yourself with Purpose and Freedom To be your own boss is to take charge of your life, make your own decisions, and follow a path that aligns with your personal goals and values. It's about embracing responsibility, staying true to your dreams, and having the courage to make choices that reflect who you are. It’s not just about being in control; it’s about nurturing self-respect, resilience, and a sense of purpose. When you think of yourself as your own boss, you become the leader of your own journey, setting goals that fulfil your passions and reflecting on your achievements with pride. This essay explores what it truly means to be your own boss and how this mindset transforms lives.
By Dipak Pawarabout a year ago in Confessions
Dear Rudy
Dear Rudy Lee, During this season of giving thanks I wanted to write you a letter telling you how thankful I am for you. So I wasn’t there when you were born because, well I didn’t exist, but you were there when I was born. The most interesting thing about our first encounter was you tried to convince our mother to leave me at the hospital the day I was born. This might seem cruel to most, but I give you a pass because I did almost cut your eye out when I was just two years old.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Confessions
The Last Level. Top Story - November 2024.
Sam and Alex had been best friends since they were kids, growing up in a small town where the only real escape was through a screen. They bonded over their love for video games, spending countless hours huddled together, controllers in hand, saving fictional worlds and leveling up characters that often felt more real than the lives they led outside.
By The Kind Quillabout a year ago in Confessions
The American Dream
The American Dream, ah! For many decades, it has been the bright carrot that beckons those who are prepared to pursue it, offering assurances of prosperity, security, and an improved quality of life. It used to be all about a couple of kids playing in a suburban backyard, a respectable career, and that white picket fence. However, the American Dream may look a little different in the twenty-first century, with avocado toast budgets, remote work turmoil, and exorbitant housing prices. Warning: there will be fewer picket fences and more "Do I really want to live my entire life in a cubicle in an office?"
By LUKE KHAKEYOabout a year ago in Confessions
I'm Still the One
When I think of a good person, I think of my grandma. She was probably one of the best people that I knew and she was the type of person that was not only willing to talk to anyone that she met, but she was willing to listen to them too. My grandma grew up with four sisters, and her mom was the head of the household. Now, realize that her mom was paying all of the bills and taking care of all of the groceries during a time where there weren’t very many women that worked outside of the home. The concept is not only inspiring but motivating. Anyhow, my grandma grew up poor, and the food that was put on her table would come from the tip money that her mom, who worked as a waitress, received from her daily shift. Her mom would go to the store and pick up the groceries for the night and come home. There wasn’t too much of a fuss over what they ate, because they had to eat what was put in front of them. That was just how it was. When my grandma eventually started going to school, she didn’t like it at all. She got bullied, and if I remember right, I think that the only reason that she actually sought out to accomplish the task was for her mother. She met my grandfather at the tail end of her school days. He was in the military at the time, and since they didn’t have a car, he would walk across town to see her every day. The two of them married, and since they didn’t have a lot of money, they lived with my great grandma until they could get on their feet. They got a car, but it caught on fire, so they had to get another one. They eventually got a house, but my grandpa had to work two jobs at one point to afford their bills. This was difficult for him, and since they had almost immediately started to have children, my grandma was left home tending to the house and their kids, not able to help him by working outside of the house. At some point, this changed, probably when the kids got into school and my grandma got a job so she could help with the bills. This helped her, because she was able to make it so my grandpap didn’t have to work so many hours to take care of their necessities. She worked this job for several years, and then, one day, the place that she worked for was robbed. She was there during the robbery. She was there to hear the criminals walking by her and she wasn’t sure if she was going to make it. She was blessed. She did make it through,but she suffered a heart attack right after the incident, and it was at that point that she decided to retire. Now, this woman had been through all kinds of things. She grew up poor. She had her car catch on fire. She had to live with her mom so she could get on her feet. She had to watch her husband exhaust himself working two jobs just to keep their house afloat, and she got robbed. Ironically, she was the reason that a lot of people in my family didn’t have to go through these types of situations. She made sure that the people around her were taken care of, and despite all of her experiences, she never wished them on others. In fact, I grew up not even knowing all of the things that my grandma had to experience. I just thought about her as my grandma. She was the person that brought me to the movie theatre and hid snacks in her purse. She was the one that would take me for the weekend and let me pick out a movie at the local video store. She took me to the zoo, and she even went with me and my mom when we went to see Sesame Street live and the Ninja Turtles. When I was young, I hardly heard my grandma complain about anything. I didn’t even really hear her cuss. She taught me how important it was to be nice to other people regardless of their lifestyle. She also showed me how to give back to the community. In fact, my grandparents took me to one of the first charity events that I ever went to. Her entire life revolved around her faith, her family and taking care of others. When she went to the grocery store, she would greet the people that she ran into. She learned the names of the people that worked at those stores and she listened to stories about their lives and gave them advice. During the holidays, she would even give the associates that helped her out in these places gift cards so they had a little something for themselves or for their families. She was also big on giving things away to the homeless shelters in the community. She would make blankets with my grandpa that she gave to the men’s shelter in the winter. She would buy small crafts for children that she gave to shelters that housed women and their kids. She would buy baby clothes for the drive that her church had to help new mothers that might not have the resources to pay for those items, and she would volunteer at her local church to help with the business affairs that they had to tend to. Though my grandmother helped a lot in her community, she didn’t forget about her family. She always bought presents for everyone’s birthday. She would do her best to search throughout the year for the things that each person liked and personalize their presents. When someone in her family needed a job, she hired them to do gutters or mow the lawn, and if there was someone that needed something simple like their car fixed or shoes, she would give them the money to get the items required. My grandma never had anything easy, but she was thankful for everything that she had. Sometimes, people were mean to her, and there were plenty of times where she experienced pain or hardship, but she never let that affect who she was. Up to the day that she died, she was thinking of those around her. She did her best to be a good person, and she lived her life in faith, bound and determined to be kind to the people around her and give what she could to make everyone else’s life a little bit easier. She really cared about others, sometimes more than herself. So, in retrospect, it is possible to maintain your morals and the person that you are even when going through a difficult period of your life. It might be difficult to do this, and the experiences that you have might take a little time to recover from. However, maintaining your personality, beliefs, and goals might suit you better in the long run, and it might even touch the life of someone close to you.
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogueabout a year ago in Confessions
Forward Advance
When I was younger, I had nothing to do but read, write, and learn new things. Like I said before, my parents worked a lot so we were home for several hours by ourselves each day, and after doing all of the chores on our chore list, we would pretty much have to come up with something to occupy our minds. We didn’t have cable, and I don’t even know if the Internet existed at that point. If it did, it didn’t in our house, so when we weren’t sledding down the stairs on our flying discs, we were each doing our own thing. One of the things that I liked to do was learn. I figured that if I could learn as much as I could, I would be able to create a more adventurous life and explore different opportunities that I didn’t have available to me at that time. So, I did my best to participate in as many reading competitions as I could. I read the encyclopedia often, and I even stayed up as late as I could get by with to finish my school work early. The only problem was that I was bored. Eventually, I had studied so much that the things that I was learning weren’t occupying my attention. This led me to searching for a way to gain new knowledge, and I found out about a class given by the local community college. I did the paperwork and testing necessary to get into this class, and I passed with flying colors, but there was only one class. This left me wondering what I was going to do with the rest of my high school career. I couldn’t just sit around and listen to the same stuff over and over again. I needed something to engage my mind, so one day, I began to read the state code. I don’t know exactly what drew me to this book or where I got the idea to read it, but after looking up different laws and regulations in my state, I found out that the school had the responsibility to pay for my college education while I attended high school as long as I had passed the college entrance exam. This discovery opened new doors for me, and I felt blessed that I had found it. I was able to take this information to the talented and gifted teacher, and she was able to set up a meeting with the school board so we could get the school to offer more college classes to those that were in high school. After the approval, a consortium of colleges were available to students that wanted to further their education while they were working on their diploma. I loved having this new opportunity, and I knew that down the road, it would save me money. I worked on both my high school and college classes at the same time, and by the time that I graduated high school, I only had two semesters of college left until I was able to get my associate’s degree in general studies. Having this education under my belt helped me take the next step into my education. It also allowed me to enlist in the military with a higher rank. Though both of these things were great, the coolest thing about my school offering these new classes was that future generations would have them available to them when they needed them. There would no longer be a learning deficit, leaving those at the top of the class with nothing else to do, and for students that would not normally be able to afford college, there was now an opportunity for them to go without paying a dime.
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogueabout a year ago in Confessions
Keep Your Mind Happy: The Key to a Fulfilling Life
Keep Your Mind Happy: The Key to a Fulfilling Life In the rush and chaos of modern life, happiness often feels like an elusive treasure hidden behind the pressures of work, social obligations, and personal challenges. Yet, the key to a fulfilling life may be simpler than we think: keeping our minds happy. A happy mind doesn’t mean a life without problems, but rather an ability to maintain a positive outlook and resilience, even when facing difficulties. Cultivating happiness within ourselves can transform how we experience the world, make us more compassionate towards others, and allow us to navigate life’s challenges with strength and optimism.
By Dipak Pawarabout a year ago in Confessions
Who's the Clown?
Once I got past my shy phase, I found that I was quite a talker. This opened me up to meeting people that I wouldn’t have had I not found my voice and when it came to competition, I became more motivated to show how good I could do with whatever challenge was given to me. I started showing off, letting others know the skills that I possessed, hoping that this would give them a better perspective of my personality and hoping to make friends. Nevertheless, I found out quickly that this wasn’t the best way to do this. One of the first times that I remember doing this was in first grade. The teacher thought that I was good at creating stories and offered to let me put on a play for the students next door. I got my little team of people together and we came up with a play, assigning each person to his or her role. We practiced, and when we thought that we were ready, we walked to the other class to put on our performance. However, when we got there, everything fell apart. At first, our play was flowing naturally. Everyone was doing the best job that they could with their roles, and people seemed to be having fun. However, when the initial excitement died down, I decided to hype things up by deviating from the script. Everyone was scrambling to figure out how to do their part. At some point, shoes were thrown, and the teacher in that class kicked us out without us having the chance to finish our play. I was sad and embarrassed, and I knew that if I hadn’t tried to show off, I might have gotten a standing ovation. Then, when I was in second or third grade, I tried out for the basketball team. I got in, and it was cool, because I was one of two girls. I was bound and determined to do my best. I had found that usually when I was around all boys and I was playing any kind of sport, people favored the boys over the girls, so I wanted to show everyone that I was just as good as they were. I worked hard and practice ended, leaving all of the kids there to hang out and wait for their parents. That’s when I saw one of the boys playing on the monkey bars in the gym. I was used to having to prove myself, and I didn’t see the point in not making a new friend, so I walked over there and began to play with him. We competed, trying to see who could go across more bars, when I slipped and crashed to the gym floor, breaking open my chin. I don’t remember much about what happened next. I know my mom came, and I know that I had to go to the hospital and get stitches. However, everything happened so fast that keeping track of each and every detail is hard. What I do remember is that after that, I wasn’t allowed to play any sports during recess and I couldn’t go back to my basketball team. If I hadn’t tried to show off, I might not have been in the same position. Then, when I was a teenager, I was riding my bike and saw a couple of boys that I knew from school. One of the boys was someone that I used to hang out with, and I thought that I would get their attention by trying to ride my bike without holding on to the handle bars. This was all good and great until I fell off the bike and into a curb, breaking open my lip and injuring my wrist. The scar on my lip became a permanent fixture, and my wrist still hurts every once in a while, and I know that if I hadn’t tried to show off for them, I might not have had that unfortunate accident. I learned that it is okay to be thankful and happy for your achievements, but you have to be careful about showing off. Sometimes, when you are trying to get someone’s attention in that way, it goes south, and there are times when that happens where you end up with permanent scars from your experiences.
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogueabout a year ago in Confessions
Do you see the enemy?
Look around you, who is your enemy? Is it your brother who is jealous of all your success and trying to take it away from you, or is it that one friend whom you can’t seem to get along with? Maybe that person who keeps talking bad about you despite you being nice to them. Yet again you might consider the enemy to be the system of government you are in which seems to favor some and neglect others. Or maybe you might be humble enough to think the enemy is the person in the mirror. So do you see the enemy?
By real Jemaabout a year ago in Confessions
