humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
The Sundial
The little boy loved his grandpa’s garden. It had the most beautiful plants and blossoms all year round, and was chock full of the best hiding places. On a lucky day, the boy could catch several toads and caterpillars, and still have time to fill his pockets to the brim with “special” rocks and acorns before lunch. He loved quizzing his grandpa about all the flowers and trees and pollinators buzzing around - what their names were, and why they grew that way, and how come they bloomed at different times. He hadn’t found one yet his grandpa didn’t know, though sometimes it took him a minute to think about it before he would answer.
By Spokeswoman Adventures4 years ago in Humans
These Boots
These boots came into my life a semester, a house, a marriage, another house, and a year ago. My sister in law has narrow little feet, we call them flippers. I have wide feet, we call them floppers. I remember walking into my parent's foyer and seeing these boots on the staircase. I’m not good at asking permission, but I think I got out “WHOSE ARE THESE!?” as I was putting my floppers into them. They called to me from across the room the second I walked in; so at that point, ownership had already been defined. I was smart enough to keep that knowledge in my head at that point. Turns out, they were temporary housing for my sister in law’s little flippers. She brought them to my parent’s house when she and my brother came to visit because her flippers were swimming in the toe box that could park a Fiat.
By Linden Griffith4 years ago in Humans
Beginnings
I didn't come to Earth like most people do. Most people don't even remember how they came to Earth, much less why. I chose my life, I chose my parents and took an active part in designing my life. However, my story doesn't begin there., OUR story begins at the beginning....
By Frederic Cohen4 years ago in Humans
'Manzi' who made a road by tearing down a mountain with 22 years of hard work will be dear to God too
Gahlor is a small village in the hilly region of Bihar. A laborer lives in this village. His name is Dasharatha. Dasharatha and his wife Falgunidevi made a living by working.
By parth rakangor4 years ago in Humans
Learned Helplessness
I wrote this essay during a time when I was going through something extremely difficult which is way more common than people think and which many people still yet do not recognize as a societal problem. It’s been many years and I am still working through it, so for the sake of certain individuals who I love very much I cannot go into specifics about it, as it may adversely affect them if I am too candid. I can only point out that things are not always as they appear, and hope that these words will suffice as a general reminder that all who wander are not lost.
By C. Rommial Butler4 years ago in Humans
