Stream of Consciousness
Why things aren’t changing (for you)
The sad reality is that for a lot of us, our lives have been pretty much the same. We do the same things, we get the same results, and we constantly wish for a change, we want the world to change, for it to become a better place, a nicer place and everything we imagine. In the same way we want our lives to become better, maybe earn more or even just to do better the things we already do.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
Jinns
There are numerous references to jinn in the Qur'an and Hadith (sayings of Prophet Mohammed). According to Islamic writings, jinn live alongside other creatures but form a world other than that of mankind. Though they see us they cannot be seen. Characteristics they share with human beings are intellect and freedom to choose between right and wrong and between good and bad,3 but their origin is different from that of man: 'And indeed, we created man from dried clay of altered mud and the Jinn we created aforetime from the smokeless flame of fire'.8 Jinn tempt and seduce mankind to stray from Allah (God); Satan (shaytan, devil) is thought to be from their realm.
By Marian Cavazos 2 years ago in Confessions
The Myth of the Perfect Partner
The desire for a perfect partner is one that has been deeply ingrained in society for generations. We are taught to believe that there is someone out there who will complete us, someone who will effortlessly understand us and love us unconditionally. This idea is heavily perpetuated in popular culture and media, and it's no wonder that many people feel an intense pressure to find that perfect someone. However, the reality is that this idea of the perfect partner is a myth. In reality, the pursuit of perfection in a partner can be detrimental to finding real love.
By SATPOWER2 years ago in Confessions
Why good ideas fail
People often look for these “great ideas” and put in all their energy into it because they trust the greatness of the ideas is all it takes. I won’t refute or endorse that, however in this article I want to share with you some reasons why even great or good ideas can fail, not in an attempt to discourage you but rather to create some awareness in your mind so you can be prepared.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
Patience is a Virtue
Stuck in a time loop. Not sure where to go, what to do or how to be. To be me is to be free from all of this. To have a life I want and strive for. Lost dedication and failed motivation. Some don’t give up but what if your will is draining. Constant state of tire and yet you struggle to find some hope. You spend to get some motivation. You pay to get inspiration but do you end up getting it? The things you pay for becomes a temporary fix. Like a pay to play scenario. We pay to play the game of life.
By The Kind Quill2 years ago in Confessions
I Do Not "Gentle Parent" My Children, I Teach Them
In the last few years, there has been a lot of focus on child psychology and 'gentle parenting' techniques that are supposedly 'better' methods to use to raise our children. And yeah, they are better... they are much better alternatives to the "beat the crap out of your kids until they are obedient" method that the older generations are used to.
By Hope Martin2 years ago in Confessions
5 Best Ways to Ask for Phone Number from a Lady . Content Warning.
Asking for a telephone number in person can be terrifying in an era of technology where connections are often made through screens and swipes. The search for the perfect words and approach can be quite agonizing, particularly to men seeking to respectfully establish relationships with women they adore. However, this can be a smooth affair if you have guts, sincerity as well as some of all these – style; because both parties feel that it is done without much encroachment into their personal space. Below are five strategies that may help one master this fine art.
By alex kimuyu2 years ago in Confessions
I Am Not Fun Anymore.. Content Warning.
Everyday I’m getting older, everyday brings more mistakes. leaving the way I did was a way of saying fuck you. It was my final act of rebellion, my way of asserting my identity and my independence. My old friends told me that I am no longer fun anymore and I laughed but the longer I think about it the less funny it became. It became a very odd thing to think about, I lived in a place were if I died it would definitely shock people but they wouldn’t be surprised that was when I knew that I needed to change.
By Nat 2 years ago in Confessions
10 Million Little Things...
When a person has been through so much trauma there comes a point where the mind overthinks every little detail and every little interaction that hasn't become a commonplace occurrence. That too sometimes gets questioned in his or her mind. This is where I found myself this morning when I stepped out of my car to pump gas at my local gas station and a gentleman came strolling up to me but respectfully keeping his distance and said, "Mam, I hope you don't take this the wrong way but you are beautiful." I said thank you and continued pumping my gas as did he. He didn't say anything else to me while we were both going about the business of putting gas into our vehicles but my mind was going a thousand miles a minute from just that simple interaction. "He didn't go behind my car and put a tracker on it when I wasn't looking, did he? No, of course not, I saw him come out of the gas station.", "Am I really that beautiful? No, trust me, you don't want me. I mean if you could just hear me rattling off in my head right now you'd understand why.", "Damaged beyond repair that's what I am. It's best I'm left alone.", I had turned to put my wallet back into my car and my thoughts turned to, "Watch your back. Listen. He may try to attack you." Eventually, we both finished pumping our gas and then he bid me a good day and I did him as well and he left. A simple interaction and yet it brought tears to my eyes. As you've probably figured out by now I don't take compliments from the opposite sex very well anymore. I'm not sure how to perceive them. Are they disguises for something more sinister lying in wait just down the line? Is it a mask used to lure me in? To me, all a compliment from a man spells out is danger. You see, we've been down this path several times before and it always ends badly. I feel like a stray animal that's never been in a loving home before and doesn't understand how to accept love. My parents showed me love in the best way they knew how but to be honest, it was an obscured view as well, and now although I have a good understanding of what love should look like I don't trust that it exists at least not long term. And certainly not for me. When I receive a compliment I know what I should do is receive the compliment, perhaps say something nice back but in my mind, all I can do is look for danger and all I want to do is run. You see what you don't see is the 10 million little thoughts running through my mind, what you don't see is the 10 million ways I've done thought of how you've murdered me and buried my body, what you don't see or realize is the 10 million little things that have led to my PTSD and my trauma ridden mind, what you don't realize is the 10 million battles I've already had to overcome and the last thing I want to do is overcome another one, you don't know the 10 million mountains I've climbed just to get here, you don't see my 10 million little scars do you? You wouldn't I try hard to hide them. I've tried hard to overcome them, to shine despite them but there is one thing that terrifies me still. Please don't be nice to me.
By Lindsey Altom2 years ago in Confessions
