humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Death is an amazing feeling.
Everyone has two lives the second starts when you realize you have only one. We all will be on our deathbeds when you will have a chance to make everyone forgive you and cry for you, as all the personal grudges will be forgotten. No one is permanent in this world; everyone has an expiration date. Every single day, the window of opportunity closes and we are one step closer to our expiration.
By Shivam Jha4 years ago in Humans
Who I Am
I was born on the Blackfeet Reservation in northern Montana—the eastern gateway of Glacier National Park. I grew up gathering wild herbs and berries, fishing, trapping, and hunting. I even learned to do beadwork, but it’s been so long since I’ve done it I only vaguely remember how. My parents divorced when I was in middle school and when I was halfway through high school my mother decided to go back to college. So she, my sister, and I moved hundreds of miles away so she could attend college in Billings, Montana.
By Dawn Salois4 years ago in Humans
Relationships After Trauma 1
As I’ve previously posted about, I was in a toxic relationship for 3.5 years. Throughout that, I learned a bunch of unhealthy habits and behaviors that led to the eventual destruction of the relationship and of my identity, self confidence, and self esteem. When I finally got the strength to leave and be on my own again, I had no idea what to do. I didn’t know how to function on my own, let alone in a relationship. I went through a bit of a hoe phase (no judgment, shit happens) trying to distract myself from the crappy mental state I had dragged myself into.
By Emily McDonald4 years ago in Humans
manifestation and how it works
Manifestation The complete and ultimate guide on how to manifest anything you want. Manifestation can be a very good thing as well as a very bad thing. As the old saying goes be careful for what you wish for because you just might get it all. And then some you don’t want.
By the good witch 4 years ago in Humans
Alive, avoiding Schizophrenia.
My name is Zen, the first thing I remember it's been floating in a warm cloud comfortable just being me, I remember nobody. A loud sound and bright light appear, suddenly I am in this body, in front of a TV playing Super Nintendo I knew what it was and how to play without doing it before, only with memories I suddenly had, knowing where was, having memories of how to move I look to my right and suddenly I see my mother and I asked for milk like it was an instinct, first times I ha spoken and heard words, I was surprised I feel like a stranger in this child's body I continue playing things I saw for the first time but had memories of it then emotions started I couldn't help it but it was happening this continued over the years, I thought in ways but could no act as I wanted, had to act as my body wanted.
By Joshua Garcia4 years ago in Humans
The Night
The rain gently tapped on the window as I sat in the warmth of my apartment. It brought back memories of his voice and scent. Oh how he liked the smelled of the rain, taking slow walks in it was what he liked doing. You know, going to some late night dinner for a piece of warm apple pie, in the rain. Romantic it was to me as I held on to his arm, feeling protected as we traveled through the empty wet streets of the city . Lights glistening across the wet concrete, the city sparkled in quietness.
By Lotus Tara4 years ago in Humans
The Finding
“You can smell them before you see them,” my brother said matter-of-factly. He puffed on his e-cig nonchalantly and fixed his eyes on the horizon. We sat idly on the porch swing in front of Great-Aunt Lucy’s house and a comfortable silence fell over us as I pondered what he said. It was Thanksgiving, again, and both of us being single were guilted into spending it with our extended family; we were the youngest there and both in our late twenties. This is why people get married young and start their own families, I thought.
By Lauren Hicks4 years ago in Humans
Introducing….Me
I am the daughter of an educator and a scientist. I was raised by both of my parents, though they divorced when I was three. I have one sibling, my sister Emily, and between us we have seven children. I was a teen Mom, my firstborn joined my life when I was 18.
By Sarah St.Erth4 years ago in Humans
Praying for a Red Light
Friday was the big day! I was so excited to be chosen as the keynote speaker for the Green Light Ceremony. Ever since I joined the Future Innovators of the World or FIW at the beginning of my junior year I knew there was something special about them. The ceremony was held every four years or so and it was the kind of class that made college admissions salivate. The keynote speaker for the Green Light Ceremony was selected by our teacher, Mr. Levitsky and was essentially the most advanced student in the class. Basically, the ceremony was a motivational pop-up sermon to test FIW members. It assessed their ability to speak in a public setting, draw a crowd, and hold their attention. It’s part exam, part social experiment, part worst nightmare for anyone like me who is petrified of speaking in front of strangers.
By Jermaine T. Jackson4 years ago in Humans
How Chekhov Shaped my Love Life
Chekhov was not my first love. More obviously delectable to a college freshman just returned from her first visit to St. Petersburg and discovering Russian literature for the first time were the thick novels of Dostoevsky and Tolstoy. Those “great, baggy monsters” (as Henry James called them) buoyed me up through my first marriage, my frantic conversion to Christianity, and my equally hasty divorce. I imbibed Dostoevsky’s entire oeuvre on a reading binge, hoping to drown my tumultuous marriage in his tales of white nights, conniving detectives, and holy fools. Dostoevsky’s tortured heroines perfectly matched my overstrung mind. His philosophical dialogues about the existence (or not) of God were the perfect object of reflection for my theologically conflicted soul. “I return my ticket,” Ivan Karamazov said directly to God (in the person of Alyosha). I won’t pause to consider it, but D.H. Lawrence’s interpretation of this scene (in a new translation of the “Grand Inquisitor” chapter published by the Hogarth Press in 1929) struck me as the silliest piece of literary criticism I had ever read. I was certain I could do better.
By Rebecca Ruth Gould4 years ago in Humans
