humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Work Can Wait: A Guide on Balancing Your Life With Good Sleep
Work. We all do it. Whether we work a “9-to-5”, the night shift, have contractor positions, or write for Vocal, we have to work. There’s that old biblical adage, “if a man doesn’t work, he doesn’t eat”. This rings true for all of us in our capitalistic society; we have to work to afford basic necessities, as well as the extras that make life a little easier. That seems simple enough, no?
By The Professuh4 years ago in Humans
an unsatisfied mind
In the words of Thich Nhat Hanh, “The most precious gift we can offer others is our presence. When mindfulness embraces those we love, they will bloom like flowers”. The mind is a powerful thing that can affect everything from how you feel to what you do and say in a single moment. If your mind isn't at ease, it's going to be difficult for anything else to be comfortable either.
By Blissed Out4 years ago in Humans
The Call of the Night Owl
I’ve always had an inner night owl, one who calls to me in the late-night hours, luring me away from the bedroom with promises of a quiet house and uninterrupted time to watch my favorite shows or lose myself in a good book. I’ve been a “late to bed, late to rise” kind of person my whole life, but the habit became even more ingrained when I had children in my twenties. After spending all day caring for tiny humans who constantly needed feeding and changing and cuddling – and even though I generally enjoyed said feeding and changing and cuddling – the idea of a few hours to myself was a seductive temptress I just couldn’t resist.
By Lindsey LeBlanc4 years ago in Humans
The Gym Dog Was Eventually Granted a Warm and Loving Home When I Started Losing Hope
Dear future Dad/Mom, I might not know you yet, but I already love you. A wise person once said it best and I share their feeling. I love you! You don’t even know me! Maybe… but if many can hate for no reason, I can love! My name is Arbia. I love playing with humans and giving them tons of free hugs and kisses. I’d be beyond grateful if you could adopt me, save me from the cruel streets where I risk being killed, or at least abused for the only crime of being a defenseless stray dog, every day! Dad/Mom/even better for double love Dad & Mom (or Dad & Dad or Mom & Mom): you may find me most of the time in front of the gym. I count on your humane nature and generous heart!
By Myriam Ben Salem4 years ago in Humans
Not White
I am called lucky. My skin is the color of the burnt sugar Grann stirs with her old wooden spoon as it bubbles and then cools to make sweeties. They tell me I was born the color of new butter, but Grann raised me up to worship and play in the sun. Until my first blood, she placed totems blessed by loas under my bed on every new moon. This, she said, is what sweetened my blood, pulling up the browns, oranges, and reds to color my skin’s surface.
By Kela Harris4 years ago in Humans
A Dysfunctional Family, A Dysfunctional World
With the world spiraling in a downwards descent, there is little telling of what will happen next. The virus looms over our heads, its presense and darkness suffocating, overwhelming. Nowadays, it seems even taboo to think of "It can't get any worst.. can it?" Oh but yes it can. It can most definitely get worst.
By Just Daniel4 years ago in Humans
'People make movies about stories like this'
This story is based on true events that happened to me. I have protected the actual name of my travelling companion as he is not aware of this story. As I have retold this tale, many have remarked that it could be the subject of a movie. Maybe, maybe not. You be the judge.
By Desmond James4 years ago in Humans
Reflection
Hey, old man! Old man, do you hear me calling you, I see you sitting there. I can see you breathing, I know you hear me. I raised my voice a tad bit, OLD MAN! The man doesn’t like to be bothered much but I always try to speak to him whenever I can. He is a part of my childhood just like I am a part of his adulthood. He always sat in front of the liquor store and held a brown paper bag in his hand. Every day, even on holidays Old man sat in the same position with his glassy eyes staring out into the world of cars driving by and people walking up and down the block.
By Jihaad Pretlow4 years ago in Humans
Mari's Marigolds
Birds sing, trees rustle, wind blows through woods and valleys alike. Though to me it all seems dull. The song sounds crass, the rustle sounds restless, the wind feels harsh against my skin. I am numb, impossible to feel, impossible to enjoy the offerings of spring without shedding tears of sadness and loss. Tears that well up in my eyes before falling in gushes down my cheeks unable to be restrained or have time to wipe them away before more follow after in torrents and streams. She’s gone.
By Joshua Flores4 years ago in Humans
