friendship
C.S Lewis got it right: friendship is born when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought I was the only one!"
Open letter to my best friend
Sometimes words aren't enough to fully bring to life our feelings towards a loved one. And even though words at times can not fully express our appreciation or gratitude, I know the terms in which I am about to write will be just enough to continuously let my best friend, Ashley, know how much she is loved.
By Musulyn M (MUSE)5 years ago in Humans
6 Things to Keep in Mind when Picking Gifts for Engineers
Engineers, be they mechanical, electronics, electrical, computer, or any other branch, will, in general, appreciate gifts that appeal to left-brained nature. But, of course, that simply implies things that are logical, technological, and imaginative. In any case, just relax: gifts for engineers don't need to be scientific and exhausting.
By Martha Tim5 years ago in Humans
Best Friends for 47 years
I am writing this because normally friendships don't last this long. I was born in 1970, she was born in 1971. We met because we were neighbors, and became best friends and sisters through the years. We've done life together, growing up, boyfriends, graduations, husband, kids, their graduations. Rita has two kids Doni and Joshua. I have four (Appiffany, is an angel now) John, Jaydell, and Lola. We laugh because her daughter Doni and my daughter Lola are both named after her mom and dad. Even funnier to me of how the world goes around, my cousin's name is Ella (Joella, Gram) and Rita's new great-niece or nephew will be named Avery (Uncle). I decided to document this because I think it's weird when I speak to someone and they don't have a friendship this long. Rita and I are coming up on 50 years of friendship, so I have decided that it was time to cement it. People ask me, how does it feel to have a friend that long? I always ask them, how does it feel NOT to have a friend that long? It is because I don't know, we have known each other the majority of our lives. You know you are great friends, when one goes away and whenever you guys talk, you don't skip a beat. You get together and pick up right where you left off. In the beginning, we played in between our yards, mostly hers. Any kid game, we played Jax, 1,2,3 redlight. As we got older we played double dutch, skated all around, every game. Went to Cavallo's store often. Our big thing was riding bikes, we rode bikes from sun up, until I had to go in for bible class. I know she must've gotten frustrated, it seems my mom would look out the window and wait until we were right in the middle of a game and I had to go in. We had bible class, before leaving, at noon if we were home, and in the evening before dinner. Rita would ask, can you stay out today. I would ask my grandmother, of course, she said yes. Not (DOROTHY, my mom) though. It seemed her answer was always No. Now that I think back, maybe she was trying to protect me, from what? I don't know, I don't think she ever said yes when she was around. Our childhood was great, we would go to the movies. Hang out at the plaza when we got away with it. As we got older, she went to Wilby High School and I went to Kaynor Technical High School; we befriended other friends but always came back together. Rita and I always seemed to end up in the middle of something, we always were removed, somehow. Always there for one another, we accepted our extended friendships, but no matter what it was not ever going to be a Rita and Sherry. We always knew that we could talk about anything and get honest answers, laugh, cry, anything. I am so grateful because even though we are not alike, we are alike. We both allowed each other to grow into the beautiful souls that we are today. Through every trial and test, no matter where one of us may be at if the other knows we will be there shortly and pick right up where we left off. Great friendships do not always come your way but when one does cherish it, nurture it, and love it. Especially during these crazy times, I know she knows I say anything that comes to my mind, she quietly smiles and says Sherry you know that is not my thing and lets me go on. So much more to share but I have to talk to my Bff first. Until then, we are coming up on 50 years of friendship Rita, we gotta celebrate something Special and Big. How can we top a friendship like this? We can just add to the beauty of it, more memories.
By Sherry Riddick5 years ago in Humans
Memory Lane
" Run. Don't look back." I reiterated over and over again. I was hoping it would make me invisible to anyone who may be trying to follow me. It seemed logical to my seventeen year old mind. If I don't see them, then they most definitely don't see me, right?
By Chelsea Cowey5 years ago in Humans
Past Friends
Childhood Friends Many, many years ago we kids played cops and robbers on our bikes, and softball in our yards in the seemingly endless Midwest summers. The 1950s through the early 1960's it was safe playing outside, although there was an incident of a girl being abducted, and one girl was hit by a car and killed on a different street a few blocks away. All in all, our parents felt it was safe enough, and set outdoor perimeters we weren't to cross. All of them enforced the sacred rule of being home by dark. Stay inside the bounds of several blocks, and be home by dark, and in our own yards. Some kids had different boundaries than their friends. Listen for our parents to call to us (one could only hear the call if inside the bounds). That was it. Exceptions were made as long as they knew where we were!
By Andrea Corwin 5 years ago in Humans
Artistic Solace
The modern concept of, "me time" hasn't been something I've been able to fully perfect, let alone practice much of. Spending time working on hobbies, honing in on crafts, or even creating for creation's sake has always been something that I do for others. Ask me how many self-portraits I have, and I'll tell you I created one during a state of depression after feeling very alone and abandoned. Not being able to create for anyone else, I made something of my own, for my own. It never felt natural, and it didn't fulfill me.
By Joannis Rodon5 years ago in Humans
Why Do People Think Social Media Marketing is a Good Idea?
Outline Ezio is a digital marketing company in coimbatore india,Everyone starts a business with the dream of brilliantly executing their abilityto achieve amazing success and everyday millions of businesses are getting listed on the internet. A powerful method of marketing is needed to stand out of the crowd and that is why social mediamarketing is considered as a good idea.
By Ezio solutions5 years ago in Humans
The Wake
Sentimental paraphernalia had disconcerting implications in post-humanist society. Remnants were lifetimes old and ensconced in layers of obscurity. One could puzzle for hours over such an object and acquire no discernment as to its utility, and for that most preferred not to bother. In this world, children matured with no exposure to the nuanced themes of human life – of expression and impression; art and legacy. To be more specific: creativity, curiosity, aesthetic and spontaneity. Emotional intelligence, willpower, empathy, you name it. The innate nature of the human mind had been collectively forgotten, as science and philosophy converged on a rigid ontology that had come to define all known phenomena. Emotions had become a matter of semantics, of superfluity and superficiality, and had no intrinsic value whatsoever.
By Jared Sykes5 years ago in Humans
