Humanity
Perseverance
I hear people complain about the restrictions and mandates and so forth in a pandemic. And I think they ought to be grateful they're alive and that others are trying to help keep them that way. I try not to judge, but if the last six or so years have taught me one thing, it's perseverance. How to keep on keeping on. And how to Just Keep Swimming.
By Jenn Kirkland4 years ago in Confessions
Life to Reality
There are so many things going on in the world right now ranging from Covid-19, the Government, debt, murders, sex trafficking, it's such a scary world we live in. It's gotten to the point where i'm scared to go outside so many people are dying in the comfort of their own homes imagine what could happen outside. My anxiety is at it's all time high the highest it's ever been. My boyfriend and I, who have been together for 5 years wanted to bring a child into this world, but lately, we've decided to hold back on that. It's been our dream for a while now, you can imagine how bad it felt to decide not to do this because of the world we live in today. Family, and friends are killing each other, if they can do that with no regret, no pity, no remorse, imagine what they will do to others. This old man was shot, and killed on camera because the gunman was having a bad day. That is sick, and sad. People do crazy, absurd things for the internet to gain a couple moments of fame, it's honestly dumbfounded. Children are being killed by their own, being kidnapped, our daughters, sisters, cousins are being used for sex trafficking. It hurts to even imagine the pain and suffering those innocent children go through. Kid's are literally being raised by kids, with no respect, no manners. Imagine them in a couple years when the world has gone mad. Life used to never be like this, if only i was born in the 1900's. Maybe around the 60-70's. I like to think things will go back to the way they used to be, the world will be a bit safe, but that's my imagination talking. I've decided to prepare myself for many things in this life, and I kept trying to avoid death, but let's be realistic. I hope we make it out of this era, out of the slum. If only people were willing to make a change. It starts with us, but not every one of us cares. The amount of evil in humans is unremarkable and the fact they feel the need to hurt others, including innocent people, even animals. Now, it is easy to say we want to make a change but doing something about it is the tough part. How do we even begin when everyone takes everything as a joke, especially the generation that is going to lead the future generations if you ask me, it’s a scary thought. Now that students are attending school online due to covid it seems as if no one cares to attend their classes. Schools are at an all time low, parents are not pushing their children to focus on academics. If I’m being honest sex, drugs, money, and fame have tooken over the minds of our people. It amazes me the stupid things and lengths people are willing to go through to be liked by thousands of people on the internet. Maybe it’s the big payout they receive, but I wonder. Is it worth it? I hope one day the world will change and be a better place. Also, I think it’s very important to state how important it is to have safety to keep you and your families safe. Maybe a gun, or a taser something that you can put into plan when it comes down to it. These are just my thoughts and opinions and many may and will say I am afraid and that’s okay because yes. I am AFRAID. The world we live in today is such a scary place.
By Maria D4 years ago in Confessions
Beautiful, Unique, Red Head
Growing up with red hair automatically made me an outcast. It made me a target for mockery and the butt of seemingly endless jokes. In school, I had to withstand many of the infamous nicknames for redheads. "Carrot Top", "Redheaded stepchild", and later in teenage years, "FireCrotch". On a couple of occasions, I had to deal with a couple of rude guys asking if the "carpet matched the drapes". Let's face it. Us Redheads don't have it easy.
By kasey gresham4 years ago in Confessions
Paradise
And here I was, just sitting by the sea. Listening to the ocean, the rustling of the trees. Absolute freedom, feeling nothing but peace. After all the hurt, all the suffering, all the times I never thought I’d get to live, I’m finally here. I took my life back, took back my freedom. The sky’s so blue, the water cool but warm at the same time. Healing me, washing away all the turmoil. The big gum trees providing so much more than just shade, giving life and telling their stories through the rustling of their big leaves. I never thought I’d get here, never thought it was possible. I still always held onto a positive outlook. I always strived for better but so many hurdles presented themselves, so many roadblocks but I pushed through. I was optimistic of the future, my future. To help, to teach, to serve. After all the heartache and abuse, I wanted nothing more then to do better and be better then them. The evil, the nasty, the corrupted. I wanted paradise, I deserved paradise. So I fought. I fought for life, for my future, for their future, the children, the innocent. Losing my home, my belongings, living in a cardboard box, or on a bench or in a car was nothing compared to what I’d already been through. It was a stepping stone to my bliss. It was what it was. A test, a war, a lesson to be learnt, so others would learn, so others would listen and didn’t follow the steps of the sick and deranged. Everyday I’m working for better. Everyday I’m striving for peace and for love. To instill humanity, empathy honour in those that are lost. To help the forgotten, the unloved. I was lost, I was forgotten and there was no one, no one came running when they heard the cries, no one spoke up against their lies. Sitting in their little bubbles, their corrupted lives. So I knew I had to fight. I had to do what was right. To take away the darkness and turn it into light. And slowly but surely they listened and they learned. They wanted better. They wanted to be good. So I guess my sufferings weren’t all for nothing, as I’m helping, I’m teaching, I’m serving, I’m loving and now they follow. They see what’s right, what’s good. They’ll help the forgotten, they’ll do what they should. I never heard any sorries or got any revenge, I never took any violence into my own hands. I just moved forward, moved on, always aiming for that bliss, my paradise. Knowing I was strong enough to persevere, to fight through it. Knowing I had to or it would just get worse. I had to push through, so I could show them, so they knew. And now here I am, sitting by the sea. Taking it all in, able to be free. Travelling and seeing the world, so many beautiful places to see. Finally able to be me. Meeting the most humblest of souls, the most kindest of people, living by the sea, in amongst the trees. I can now say I love my life, I am now free. No more shackles, no longer on my knees. Just sitting by the sea, under the trees. Reading and singing, watching the waves crash, so rough yet so gentle. I love my life finally, filled with love and friends and new happy memories. But I had to fight, I had to fight for me, for them, for us so we can all be free. Free to live by the sea. I finally have my paradise, my forever bliss. My past I will never miss
By Ariel Horne4 years ago in Confessions
A society of paradoxes
We glamorize the wealthy lifestyle where more is better, yet we praise minimalism. We engage in overconsumption, whether it’s for material things or food, yet we criticize corpulence and try to make everyone fit the ideal size zero, imposing on everyone the perfect parameters, forgetting that our bodies are as different and unique as each of us.
By Bahora Saitova 4 years ago in Confessions
Joseph Wayne Evans And His Involvement In The Steven Avery Case
Many people who have followed Making a Murderer also know that Joseph Wayne Evans is a convicted murderer who not long after the debut of Making a Murderer on Netflix on December 15, 2015. Here is an imgur link to the first two letters-one is dated August 2016. https://imgur.com/a/KRZkp These letters are to simply put it bizarre and are packed full of weird and outrageous claims. It may be hard for some to believe that these letters were used for many months on social media platforms by the small group of devout guilt supporters as evidence against Steven and Brendan. Surprising to this group but not to the rest of the world when a supporter for Steven, Brendan and Teresa announced a $100,000.00 reward for information leading to the killer of Teresa Halbach Evans did a complete about face and decided to confess to th killing of Teresa and the framing of Steven Avery.
By SunshineChristina4 years ago in Confessions
Another New York Story
I woke up early today to make my way downtown to a job interview. It’s a teaching gig for a preschool. Over the phone only two days ago I seemed to have really impressed the person who was hiring. She told me “wow, you seem awesome!” I was scheduled to meet her in Battery Park at 10 a.m. I live in East Harlem now, so that was no small commute. It would require about 45 minutes to take the Q train to Times Square, transfer to the 2 train, then walk about 15 minutes from Chambers Street. I just moved here about two weeks ago and working in the city is new to me, but “this is the New York city experience,” I tell myself. I get stress-stomach aches so I try to keep myself calm. Relax. I’m qualified for this job, there’s no reason to be so nervous. I make myself some oatmeal and notice I have just enough time to run to the Q train entrance on 96th and 2nd. For some reason my lock is fighting me on the way out, which is weird, I haven’t had any problems with my door before. I finally manage to get the key to turn and I head downstairs with my acoustic guitar and a water bottle. Of course, when I get there I hear that there’s delays today because of a signalling error at Times Square station. “Oh well,” I think to myself, “this is the New York City experience.” Finally, the train comes. It’s not too crowded and I manage to find a seat. The train ride is pretty uneventful. I put in my earbuds and listen to some music as I think about my upcoming interview and hope I’ll still get there early. My transfer at Times Square arrives and once again I am able to secure a seat. Chambers Street. I’m familiar with this area because I attend school all the way downtown. I’ve passed this stop dozens of times, but this is my first time actually getting off at it.
By JMFT MEDIA4 years ago in Confessions
What Are Micro-Aggressions?
The 1st time I encountered a situation that involved micro-aggressions was, well to be honest I wasn't really that offended. See I am white and had grown up in a white family in the late 80's & 90's where a lot of my extended family where openly racist, I mean it wasn't like they had confederate flags in their basements but the saying,
By Laurie Chambers4 years ago in Confessions
