humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
See
"I see" I said. I didn't. As per the human condition, what I meant, I withheld. My response contained within it a cryptic platitude that foretold all the faux-mercies that the soul hungers for, yet despises. What is truth? Do we truthfully want it? If we all genuflected in reverence to that which is definitive and indisputable, could we carry on the charade that paints itself as life? Society and culture link hands in a ring-a-ring o' roses that plagues us, giving way to a false sense of insecurity that is painted before our eyes by a brush that doesn't exist.
By Ben Kimberley4 years ago in Humans
How Do You Measure It?
What does it mean to be successful? We are persuaded from our teen years and on that being successful is measured in specifics. A blueprint is painted before us. Fancy clothes? Fancy car? Fancy house? The most numbers in a bank account? Successful.
By A_Skeleton_Speaks4 years ago in Humans
HIDING WITHIN FOUR WALLS
Happier times may not return for quite some time. I reminisce the cheerfulness of a passerby who waved and said hello to that smiling boy staring from an open window open to the April warm sun, he did not hold a basketball in his small hands. He didn't miss his friends at the basketball field, but today nobody showed up. His mom kept him at home within four walls. Remoteness builts up anger, frustration, and loneliness.
By Andrew Crisci4 years ago in Humans
My Begotten Son
My Begotten Son Have you ever read the letter from Abraham Lincoln to his son? Well, if you haven’t, perhaps this is the right time to read my version. I mean, I don’t have a son yet, neither do I have a female crony nor have I fathered any earthling, so if you wonder, just read on.
By Archiebald Thornton4 years ago in Humans
A Letter to the Children
Twenty-five years ago, when I eagerly embraced the idea of becoming a mentor, I looked forward to sharing what I had learned from my own life experience with children and youth. I looked forward to guiding them, one by one, to a brighter future. I think most mentors go into this work wanting to make a difference somehow. But it didn’t take long for me to discover that I would be the one to reap the greatest benefits within the mentor/mentee relationship.
By Sandra Alexander 4 years ago in Humans
An Introvert in an Extroverted Society
“I don’t believe you two have met before, this is my husband Josh,” my wife says introducing me to another of her numerous cousins. I extend my hand to shake theirs and say, “Nice to meet you”. I then retreat inwards into myself and allow my wife to do all the talking at whatever social gathering we are at. If the title wasn’t clear enough, I am an introvert. The definition of an Introvert from Oxford is “a shy, reticent person”. This is just one of the many ways that I am at a disadvantage in my everyday life since I am an introvert. People assume that we introverts are shy and anti-social. It is assumed that we hate people and would rather be alone because of our hatred for others. This is just not the truth.
By One of Few4 years ago in Humans
Resolutions
Growing up during the 80s and 90s in Virginia was a simpler time compared to today. Kids played outside under the watchful eyes of concerned neighbors. People looked out for each other; Teachers and Older Adults in general were not only permitted to but were expected to correct or discipline you if they saw or heard you doing or saying something that you weren’t supposed to. Southern Hospitality and Manners reigned; It was customary to hold doors for people, help the elderly, say Good Morning, Evening, and Night and have respect for your elders. Libraries were our main source of knowledge and research; Computers were new on the scene, but for the most part, we still used typewriters. Violence against others was low; rarely did someone get shot or killed if you had a disagreement—people fought it out, made up, and lived to see another day. Our biggest health threat was A.I.D.S. There was no internet, social media, or cellphones; Telephones, Beepers and Payphones were the communications of choice. I miss these times.
By Tara Branche4 years ago in Humans
Fostering Community
I have a dream. A dream where my home is known as a safe space for all. A place where people can be themselves and put their worries aside for a moment or two. A dream where my dinning room table will see and hear more stories, meltdowns, tears, laughter, meals, and love than could ever be repeated. This year to foster community in my home I am going to make it a point to open my home up to whomever needs a friend.
By Tonya Newman4 years ago in Humans
