humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
How to Save a Life
They say that when you save a life you change. What happens to you if the person you’re trying to save dies? What if the man literally dies in your arms and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it, even though you’re fighting like hell to save him?
By J Magnuson4 years ago in Humans
It’s Time To Rethink the Way We “Celebrate” the Holidays
For many, the Holidays are a time of overindulgence in drinking, eating, and spending. We feel like we are on vacation and in a way we are. We are distracted temporarily from the reality of our situation and made to feel like this is the time of year we have been waiting for. There are gingerbread men and gumdrops, candy canes, and the infamous Santa Clause. It can be a magical time of year for many, especially children, but it can be a time of burying deep hurts, seeing family we would rather not, remembering estranged or family members that have passed. Sometimes the grief outweighs the joy we “should” be feeling.
By Melissa Steussy4 years ago in Humans
The Unwrapped Present
Ending this year with hope and some regret, having experienced so much that my brain needs to set. Looking over the year that’s gone a closed, how much growth that’s happened with the person I’ve told. All the spats and words that’s been thrown at each other, some stayed, while others slowly drifted away. New moments and things come to light, lives change because of a fight. The good times are over and there’s no changing track, people are changing and not turning back. The ones you loved and gave your heart to, hoped they will stay and not give up on you. They think they tried to reconcile the truth, but now with separate lives, there’s no more me, and you. You make the attempt to make stuff happen, but it’s like they disappeared, and left with the magic.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Humans
International Human Rights Day Theme & Quotes Main Human Rights
All member countries and interested organizations were invited to celebrate the day. The Office of the High Commissioner for Human Rights awarded by the Guinness Book of World Records for the translation of the Declaration of Human Rights (into around 380 languages) collection and worldwide distribution. In this event ceremony, a global discussion on human rights is also organized by the High Commissioner through social media websites.
By Samachar Khabar News4 years ago in Humans
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13 I never thought I’d see the outside of that room, let alone have a life. There I was conditioned to believe that I had no purpose, that my dreams were futile; just another cog in the machine, spare parts. But I got out of that hell hole and it’s been two years. Two long years of freedom and bliss. I’ve made a life for myself, and from the outside looking in, it may seem mediocre, but I'm proud of what I've built. I take pride in my shitty one-bedroom apartment; I take pride in my beat-up old hatchback. I take pride in the off-brand clothes on my back and shoes on my feet. Most of all, I take pride in my job at this run-down old diner. Cooking is my only skill, seeing how that’s all they allowed me to do when I was there. Now I get to do it for people who enjoy and appreciate my skill.
By Gerrad Brown4 years ago in Humans
On: Managing Loneliness
I feel lonely sometimes. Perhaps it is because, with each day that passes, detachment becomes more a part of the new normal. Shedding the past forces my eyes to well, as I face reality head-on like a bull in a china shop. I often live in a chaotic mind, moments from erupting. I feel lonely not because I am physically alone. During the times that loneliness encapsulates my being,
By Susie Pinon4 years ago in Humans
Emotional Intelligence Vs. Emotional Detachment
As we age, we are exposed to life experiences that shape us and sometimes break us. It's part of growing, maturing, and simply put - being an adult. It can be easier to suppress our emotions than to face them, feel them, and transmute them.
By Susie Pinon4 years ago in Humans
Tiny Scars & Bright Blue Eyes
My whole life, all eight years of it, was packed up into a moving truck and ready to leave home. I was not. I stood next to the massive trailer and Elijah, my next door neighbor and best friend, stood in front of me. Our parents were saying goodbye—of course they would call, and we would come visit—but Elijah and I both refused to say that horrible, terrible word. Instead he put his arms around me, without taking the one step it would have taken to close the gap between us, and I put my arms around him, and we stood there leaning on each other for a long time.
By Jessica Gonzalez4 years ago in Humans
