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When the Train Stopped at Verona Station. AI-Generated.
The night train from Milan to Venice was running forty minutes late. Rain pressed against the glass like a restless ghost, and every light outside smeared into a trembling reflection. The air inside smelled of wet wool and coffee.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Humans
Why We Feel Alone Even When We Are Surrounded by People
Sometimes I sit in a crowded place and feel like nobody really sees me. There are voices, laughter, noise, but inside it feels quiet. Not peaceful, but empty. I think this is one of the biggest paradoxes of our time. We are surrounded by people, connected through phones and messages and screens, yet loneliness is everywhere. It is not the kind of loneliness that comes from being physically alone. It is the kind that lives inside you even when you are sitting next to someone. The kind that whispers when you look at your phone for the hundredth time hoping someone will message you first. The kind that grows when you pretend to be fine. I started to notice it when life got too fast. Everything around me became a rush. Messages, news, notifications, updates. We know everything that happens in the world but almost nothing about what happens inside us. I used to think being busy meant being important. Now I think it just means being distracted. People have forgotten how to talk deeply. We talk to fill silence, not to connect. We post photos, not feelings. We smile in pictures, not in real life. Sometimes I look at social media and wonder if anyone is actually happy or if we are all just trying to convince each other that we are. It is strange how we have so many ways to reach people but still feel unreachable. I think it is because we are afraid of being real. We don’t want to look weak or strange or different. So we hide behind filters, polite messages, and perfect captions. But behind all of it, we crave something real. Maybe the reason we feel so alone is that we stopped listening. Not to others, but to ourselves. We fill every quiet moment with noise. Music, podcasts, videos, scrolling. We can’t sit still for five minutes without reaching for a screen. It is like we are running from something but we don’t even know what. I remember one night when I sat outside without my phone. The air was cool, there were distant sounds of traffic, and for the first time in a long time, I just breathed. It felt uncomfortable at first. My thoughts were loud. I felt restless. But after a while, something shifted. I started to feel present. I started to feel human again. That moment made me realize that maybe the cure for loneliness is not more people or more connection. Maybe it is more presence. Because you can be surrounded by people and still be lonely, but when you are truly present with yourself, even being alone can feel peaceful. We forget that loneliness is not a punishment. Sometimes it is an invitation. It asks us to slow down, to pay attention, to remember who we are without the noise of the world. I think that’s why so many people feel lost today. We spend all our time trying to belong somewhere, and in the process, we forget to belong to ourselves. I see people chasing love, attention, success, followers. I see them trying to fill a hole that can’t be filled that way. Because what we miss is not someone else. What we miss is the connection we once had with ourselves before life became about proving something. The truth is, real connection begins when we stop pretending. When we admit that we are tired, confused, lonely, imperfect. When we start being honest instead of impressive. People can feel honesty. It breaks the distance between hearts faster than anything else. Sometimes when I talk to someone and they open up about something real, I feel this warmth, this strange comfort. It’s like for a few seconds, we both drop the mask. We both stop performing. That small honesty becomes a bridge, and for a moment, the loneliness disappears. Maybe that is what we all need — more bridges, fewer walls. Less perfection, more truth. Because loneliness is not just being without people. It is being without understanding. I think one of the hardest parts about modern life is that everyone is performing strength. Everyone is fine, busy, achieving, surviving. But deep down, we are all carrying something. We all have moments when we stare at the ceiling and feel the weight of being alive. We all have stories that we are afraid to tell. I once read that the opposite of loneliness is not company, it’s belonging. And belonging starts with honesty. You can’t truly belong somewhere if you’re pretending to be someone else. It took me a long time to understand that being alone is not the same as being lonely. Being alone can actually be healing. It gives you time to remember what matters, what you care about, what you dream about. It gives you space to hear your own thoughts again. Now when I feel that emptiness, I don’t try to escape it anymore. I try to sit with it. I ask myself what it wants to tell me. Sometimes it says I’m tired. Sometimes it says I’ve been pretending too much. Sometimes it says I miss something real. And every time I listen, it hurts a little less. Maybe we can’t escape loneliness completely, but we can make peace with it. We can learn from it. We can turn it into something gentle, something honest. The world doesn’t need more noise. It needs more truth. More quiet conversations. More eyes that really see. More people who dare to say, “I feel this too.” Because in the end, we are not as alone as we think. We just forgot how to reach each other without a screen in between.
By Famepedia3 months ago in Humans
The Seeds of Faith
The Seeds of Faith By Tabeer Ali — English Adaptation The old farmer worked every day under the sun, his wrinkled hands digging deep into the soil that had long turned barren. Though the land yielded nothing, he refused to give up.
By Khan 3 months ago in Humans
The Pride of Qarun: The Man Who Was Swallowed by the Earth
The Story of Qarun: The Man Who Was Swallowed by the Earth BY: Ubaid Long ago, during the time of Prophet Moses (peace be upon him), there lived a man named Qarun. He belonged to the same community as Prophet Moses — the Children of Israel. Qarun was known far and wide for his unimaginable wealth. His riches were so vast that even the keys to his treasure chests were heavy enough to be carried only by a large group of strong men.
By Ubaid 3 months ago in Humans
"If Money Could Talk, Here’s What It Would Say to Me"
If money could talk, I think it would sound tired. Not angry, not greedy — just exhausted. Exhausted from being blamed for everything, from carrying the weight of every dream, every disappointment, and every broken promise we’ve made to ourselves.
By koko khan3 months ago in Humans
Unspoken Goodbyes. AI-Generated.
Some goodbyes are never spoken, yet they echo in our hearts forever. They don’t come with final words or tears that fall in front of others they come quietly, softly, without warning. These are the unspoken goodbyes, the kind that leave behind questions instead of closure, silence instead of explanation. Silence has its own language. It speaks through the pauses, through the glances that last a moment too long, through the messages that remain unsent. It’s in the way someone slowly drifts away without saying why. You feel the distance growing, but you stay still, hoping it’s just a phase until one day, you realize the silence has become permanent. We often expect endings to be clear. We want words some understanding, some last moment that helps us let go. But life rarely gives us that. Some stories end not with a loud goodbye, but with a quiet fading. The calls stop. The texts slow down. The laughter disappears. And one day, you realize you’ve lost someone without even knowing when it happened. It hurts not because the love was weak, but because the goodbye was never said. You keep replaying every memory, trying to find the moment when things changed. Maybe it was in that unfinished sentence, that unreturned message, or that day they stopped looking at you the same way. You search for answers in the silence, but all you find is yourself waiting. Unspoken goodbyes are the hardest to heal from because they never give closure. The door remains half open, and a small part of you keeps hoping they’ll return to finish the story. But as time passes, you start to realize that silence was the goodbye it just didn’t use words.
By Zahid ali3 months ago in Humans
Beyond Dogma and Relativism: Scientific Skepticism Meets Secular Humanism
Rejecting both postmodern relativism and divine-command dogma, this piece argues for a third path: mixing scientific skepticism with secular humanism. Rather than reflexively “drinking the Kool-Aid,” it urges testing claims, valuing falsifiability, and grounding ethics in human flourishing. Scientific skepticism supplies method—doubt, evidence, reproducibility—while secular humanism supplies purpose—dignity, freedom, pluralism. The essay warns that political dogmatisms, including state-promoted atheism in China, mirror religious authoritarianism. It advocates evidence-based policy on climate, health, and technology; open inquiry; and empathy as civic virtues. In short: Galileo’s method meets the Universal Declaration’s ideals, uniting disciplined doubt with compassionate action within a naturalistic, fallibilist outlook for all.
By Scott Douglas Jacobsen3 months ago in Humans
When Silence Speaks Louder. AI-Generated.
There are moments in life when silence becomes more powerful than words. It is in those quiet spaces that emotions reveal their truest form. A simple smile can hide a storm inside, a gentle nod can carry unspoken stories, and a single glance can speak volumes. Life teaches us that not everything needs to be spoken to be understood. Silence often communicates what words fail to express, and in that silence, we find both meaning and comfort.
By Zahid ali3 months ago in Humans
The Humility That Preserves Truth
A friend recently said something to me that caught me off guard. After having a civil disagreement between us, he offered me a pretty humbling compliment. He conceded some ground and stated that he often has to remind himself that a person can love Jesus deeply, think carefully, and still disagree with him.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast3 months ago in Humans
Echoes of the Machine: When Artificial Intelligence Learns to Feel
Most of human existence depended on feelings as the main differentiating element between us and everything else in the universe.
By Shahjahan Kabir Khan3 months ago in Humans
The Written Writ. Top Story - October 2025.
At Bitten Apple TV, our premise has always been simple: give people a bite of the apple! A chance to explore something meaningful, creative, and honest. Life has been a whirlwind lately, and while I’ve had to step back and handle personal matters, my incredible business partner, The Written Writ (Ralf), has gracefully taken the reins and continued to carry the heart of our company forward.
By Cadma3 months ago in Humans
Handprints in the Sand. Top Story - October 2025.
A poem titled "Footprints in the sand" ends with the three words "I carried you." No one poet gets full credit for that famous poem so most of us who know the poem simply agree the byline goes to "Anonymous". As a longtime fan of the poem, it gave me hope and peace on harder days. Upon more current analysis of the poem, I wonder why "footprints" got into the title instead of "hands" if the poem's big bang ending is "I carried you." I suppose it was a group effort between feet and hands. I've always noticed my feet and hands. The shape, size, and the particular markings that may make them very different or unique. Hands seem to have more personality traits (or marks) than feet. Whether you are a gypsy mystic witch reading palms to guide a confused soul, or you're a police officer studying the fingerprints of criminals in data base files, you have seen that the hands of different humans have very distinct and unique markings. Like snowflakes, we all have hands but the designs are all unique. I learned how to read palms at a very early age and have kept my eyes on my personal "road map" for my entire life. Both of my palms show two major markings (Triangulum and the Letter M) which some mystics believe have significant meanings. However, my right hand and my left hand also have unique attributes and markings that show different routes as if looking at different maps. For example, I could say my right hand shows the map of my life in Florida, while the left hand shows the map of my spiritual life, not here on Earth.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman3 months ago in Humans