Family
Starr Theory
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Well I am one to disagree personally; when you realize what space is you will be rushed with the feeling of euphoria beyond belief. I’ve had much fear of death recently after hardship and loss, and I went to the deepest and darkest depths of my soul. I was lost in this world and I think we all feel the same. The yearning for more, the need for validation, the desire for love, the list could go on for years. We all feel it and we all receive these gifts differently. However, it’s not just gifts we receive, and sometimes we feel hopeless. We kill ourselves slowly with cigarettes or quickly with a bullet to the dome. These experiences are all fully necessary in life as they are all different. They are all unique paths with unique stories to tell and they should be shared.
By Connor starr3 years ago in Confessions
Jesus is Real
Any person who says, “I don’t have to do what my parents say, I’m eighteen,” has probably never had their mother utilize her sandal as a tool of public humiliation in the middle of a low-priced grocery store. I grew up in a mixed-race household that fulfilled the stereotype for both Mexicans and Irish individuals. It began as Catholic and became non-denominational Christian, which meant that while we attended normal church and experienced communion, we did not have ‘Mass’. Because of the nature of my family, hearing sentences like “my mom will totally beat my ass,” always held different connotations than what most people would think. The saying doesn’t mean “I am a victim of abuse” as much as it means “my parents weren’t afraid to spank me as a child.” With all of this said, there was a moment in my life in which I was sure my mother was going to beat my ass in front of all my friends—the time I dropped the communion juice in Church. Through this disaster of an event, I came to realize that Jesus was real, and he saved me from an ass whooping.
By Kai Jeffreys3 years ago in Confessions
Good Luck
I was twenty-one years old when my dad died. It was sudden—unexpected—and it gutted me like a saber slicing through my liver. Mom cried—no, she sobbed—and I doubt those pained screams of horror, begging for the news to not be true, will ever leave my memory. My knees gave out and the asphalt bit into my skin, granting me scars that would never surmount to the scar left on my heart. The hiccupped heaves clawed their way out of my mother’s throat, her voice unidentifiable as each cry pierced my spirit—my very being—as if a javelin had been thrust into my lungs. He was just here—what went wrong?
By Kai Jeffreys3 years ago in Confessions
The Effects of Prevalence of Fatherlessness in Modern Society
The formula for masculine growth is simple: Shovel-Blisters-Callouses Do the hard work, endure and overcome the pain/resistance, adapt to that challenge, learn that skill, and take on the next level of hard work.
By Rudina 3 years ago in Confessions
Sometimes There Are No Words
Have you ever been moving along, not having a problem, and generally happy and content then out of nowhere someone says one thing, and your entire mood changes and everything feels like it falls apart? I haven’t had many of those, but I had one recently.
By Morgan Hiler3 years ago in Confessions
New beginnings
So many new experiences and changes have come this year. Life is evolving in good and bad ways. Change on top of change and new on top of new . The pace of life I’m hoping will change to a slower evolvement. With wins and new new viewpoints to join hands in evolving flows of life. One viewpoint versus another force. Tides change but can be at your own pace and in the direction you want . Making things happen in your life is ultimately up to you.excited for life with my son. So happy and ready for me and Ethan’s life to an amazing world . I can’t wait for that me and him experiencing happy and abundantly flourished life .
By April Liao 3 years ago in Confessions
A Letter to my Former Father
Dear The Man I once called Dad, The man that I thought was my father for a good portion of my life. As I suppose you filled the fatherly role in an aspect. But, you never really were my Dad. You were just the man who knocked up my Mom and married her immediately after. Treating her in ways that broke her down mentally and physically. Ways that I probably will never know the depth of or will ever know. A part of me never wanting to look deep into either.
By Raphael Fontenelle3 years ago in Confessions
