Stream of Consciousness

I terminated my startup. Here's the real deal
I am announcing the closure of Zencape Health today. We have reached the conclusion of our journey after four years, two significant pivots, innumerable tests, tens of thousands of dollars in annual income, one app launch, thousands of patient encounters, and a multi-million dollar relationship with a prestigious hospital.
By Luca Müllerabout a year ago in Confessions
The Day I Learned It’s All Small Stuff
We sat on the knob of Mica peak, which was rocky and covered in quartz, and the iron gray clouds crushed down on us. We could see the mountain ranges of northeastern Washington and Idaho from our vantage point above the valley.
By Iron-Pen☑️ about a year ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 包み
I am still working on my Jail Journal but in the middle of doing that, I am trying to do some last minute shopping while I am away from home. Unfortunately that has made it sort of impossible to do. I should've known better than to send it to the hotel, I am not sure anyone here even got their degree in hospitality.
By Kayla McIntoshabout a year ago in Confessions
What I Think About Christmas
I used to love Christmas when I was a child. At the age of seven, I discovered that the presents were given by my father, not by the so-called jolly old man who came at night and slid down the chimney to leave gifts under the tree. After all, that doesn’t make sense, as I live in a tropical country and in a region where it’s never cold. We don’t even have chimneys! It would make more sense to have a giant freezer to combat the year-round heat. Santa Claus couldn’t possibly come out of a freezer. Or could he?
By Persephoneabout a year ago in Confessions
"Do Not Be Dismayed by the Pits Dug in Your Path"
"Do Not Be Dismayed by the Pits Dug in Your Path" Life is a journey filled with challenges and obstacles. There are moments when we face humiliation, our hard work is underestimated, or we encounter metaphorical "pits" in our path that threaten to pull us down. Such instances can be disheartening, making us question, "Why is this happening to me?" or "Should I endure more?" However, remember this: when someone digs a pit in your way, do not be upset. These very pits teach you how to leap higher and rise stronger.
By Dipak Pawarabout a year ago in Confessions
The Concrete Jungle Chronicles: 20s vs. 30s
Living in the city in your 20s is like starring in an indie film with a loose script. Your apartment is barely livable—a studio where your bed is six inches from the fridge, and the bathroom is technically in the hallway—but you romanticize every corner of it. The chipped paint is “character.” The neighbors arguing at 2 a.m.? Ambience. The thrill of independence overrides any practical concerns, like how you’ll make rent this month after splurging on concert tickets and $8 lattes.
By The Kind Quillabout a year ago in Confessions
Things I learnt from my recent setbacks
Things I learnt from my recent setbacks How I wish life were filled with glory and love, tales of how we succeed in every aspect of our life, emerging victorious in battles filled with animosity and sadness. Every mortal being experiences seasons of rise and fall, of light and dark, of pain and purpose, and defeat and victory.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
Two Faces, One Truth
I keep in mind my childhood in bits and pieces, like surrounded pictures of particular occasions that exist autonomously of all the other recollections. There was the time I challenged my brother to a foot race down the steps of the rough slope on the side of my grandfather’s house. My mother cautioned us to never run down the slope for fear that we harm ourselves. But that did not obstruct us at all. We held up for her to go to work and continued with our plans. What else was there to do in the hot summer sun but run, stow away, play, and take in all of the day’s light. There was too the time I climbed the mango tree in my grandfather’s patio and got stuck. So I snacked on mangoes and trusted the house young lady would discover me some time recently my granddad came domestic. The Haitian sun was continuously more endurable in the shade of a tree and a cool breeze, and this tree was my favorite. It had the juiciest mangoes, branches that expanded each which way, and was so full it shaded nearly the whole patio.
By Shams Saysabout a year ago in Confessions
The Surprising Reasons We Become What We Hate
For so many years, I kept telling myself, that I didn’t want to become like my biological mother. I had a list of things I didn’t want to do, behaviours I didn’t want to emulate, and values I wouldn’t accept. Despite my determination, I found myself falling into patterns that contradicted my own values. It felt strange, even disheartening, but I eventually realised that this phenomenon is not unique to me. It is a psychological reality of how the mind functions, and understanding it can lead to profound self-awareness.
By A Little Butterflyabout a year ago in Confessions
Sunday Morning at Church
My cat told me not to go to Church this morning. I almost obeyed her. I was wondering if I could go to the bar on a Saturday night and then go to Church on a Sunday morning without feeling like a confounded hypocrite. I defied my cat's advice and drove to church thinking about the song "Boondocks" by Little Big Town. "You get a line, I'll get a pole. We'll go fishing in the crawfish hole. Five-card poker on Saturday night. Church on Sunday morning." I'm glad I defied my cat and went to church. It's decorated so Christmas style and it lifts my spirits even if I'm a "black sheep" or even if I'm not an essential member of the church.
By Shanon Angermeyer Normanabout a year ago in Confessions
"I don't know" - Is that so hard to say?. Top Story - December 2024.
Conversations. Why do we engage in them? I talk to myself a lot. Sometimes I talk to my cat or my dolls or the walls. I'm alone a lot. Why do I feel the need to vocalize? Why do I have to write this if I just spent a few hours conversing with the walls? Why am I so "gabby"?
By Shanon Angermeyer Normanabout a year ago in Confessions
Life: Forget the Past, Focus on the Future
Life: Forget the Past, Focus on the Future Life is a constant journey, much like a river that flows unceasingly. It never stops, never looks back, and always moves forward. However, as human beings, we often find ourselves caught in the web of past memories—whether they are moments of joy or sorrow. These memories, while meaningful, can weigh heavily on our minds and hearts. They shape our emotions, our actions, and even our outlook on life. But to live a fulfilling and meaningful life, it is essential to realise that the true beauty of life lies in letting go of the past and focusing on the future.
By Dipak Pawarabout a year ago in Confessions