Humanity
Is Jesus coming to Gaza?
In the heart of Gaza, a land shrouded in the darkness of conflict, a mysterious and profound tale unfolds—a tale of divine power and love that transcends the brutalities of war. As the world witnesses the relentless suffering of the region's population, an unexpected and miraculous occurrence has emerged, leaving in its wake a trail of transformed lives.
By Eivind Flottorp2 years ago in Confessions
Parallel Realities Collision
In the peaceful town of Evercrest, where reality's limits appeared to be permanently established, an uncommon peculiarity started to unfurl. Unbeknownst to the occupants, two equal universes were plunging towards one another, taking steps to impact and break the actual texture of their reality.
By JAMAL EZZ2 years ago in Confessions
Whispers of Betrayals
In the busy heart of a lively town, James and Jane led a seemingly content life. Their love was the envy of many, a narrative of shared dreams and intertwined hearts. The streets they strolled and the cafes they frequented held the echoes of laughter and whispered promises. Yet, like shadows cast under a luminous moon, darker forces were destined to weave their way into their idyllic existence.
By John Kwasi2 years ago in Confessions
Interview With The Men In The Mirrors
Thoughts spun, just out of reach. A kaleidoscope of colours and sounds and feelings, drifting, swirling. One comes tantalizingly close, an idea just centimeters away from real, words and dialogue. The unformed story drifts closer, and just as I stretch for, reach towards that shining, golden thought, it vanished. Lost in the maelstrom of memory and questions that tore through my mind.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Confessions
Behold the Nerd
Let us suppose that identity is a matter of self-sameness, i.e., being who you appear to be. Given this definition, there are a few reasons why I resent the radical instability of my identity. Firstly, the fact that I am suffering from the effects of Multiple Sclerosis, which was diagnosed fifteen months ago, has changed how other humans comport themselves with respect—or the lack thereof—to me. This is especially obvious with regard to my employer, my boss (the two are distinct in the academic realm, which has interesting implications), my colleagues and my students. My handwriting has never been especially beautiful, but now it is often entirely unintelligible. My gait is odd. Perpetual tinnitus, a consequence of my first “flare,” makes me seem irritable and distracted. It will only get worse from here. I feel as though my internal reality is largely unchanged, but my external reality has been sliding toward insufferable. That, I resent.
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Confessions
I draw a line
I am someone who stands outside the “normal”. I wake up at 5 (or earlier) a.m., I walk first thing first, then train at the gym, then go back home and start working. After work to unwind I don’t watch TV, I don’t scroll the social media, I don’t go out and drink: I read, I write, I listen to audio books or podcasts. I don’t go to the cinema to watch movies, I don’t like to eat out, and I don’t like to travel that much. I don’t feel the need to go on holiday, to stop my routine and do something else, to stop working and relax for weeks every year. I enjoy my days, from Monday to Sunday, I do what I like the most and so I’m content and at peace. I don’t need anything else. I don’t have many friends, I’m not too social, I struggle to make new connection. I’m basically a weirdo.
By Luca Nicoletti2 years ago in Confessions
Pondering Aging as I Sit in A Colombian Coffee Shop
As I sat down, a few looks from the locals drifted my way. This is not uncommon, as I am an outsider. When you stray off the usual route that most tourists take, you will stick out like a sore thumb, no matter how hard you try to blend it.
By sara burdick2 years ago in Confessions
The judgements, the anger, the impatience, and the fire.
I am starting to feel it more and more, this uneasiness of my life. It is like I am waiting for the biggest shift of my life. It has started and I can feel it spiraling, catching me through its tides I hope I don’t swallow it and die. But that is the catch, I will always spiral, I’ll see myself die repeatedly, but it doesn’t have to stay this way. To be up this late with the thoughts of you, knowing very well that I am just another body to you. I stay up this late at night feeling the feeling I avoid all day, as I feel, I think why I allowed myself to be so naïve and desperate to be another number in that list. Love was the game, but ego came and stayed. How do I let go of this thought of being played?? The correct question is, how do I jump off and fly to the next level of my phase? I know that my loneliness pushes me to want to speak, so what happens when I speak that I am no longer lonely, would I speak, or would I act as if I am your one and only? That is what life is about, choices on how you want to experience the world we live in, even if it means you must leave them. Yes, the disaster will always be there, the stressors will always be there, but you have only one life, why not make the most of it with or without them in your life? All these questions still lead me to you, and I see myself just stubbornly tightening, not wanting to let go. Why do I hold on to so tight heart when my mind says let go?
By Katherine Orellana2 years ago in Confessions
