humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Where do artists get their vivid imagination?
Five-year-olds invent imaginary friends; teenagers can imagine being in love; and adults plan career advancement, buying a house, or a trip around the world. We all have some imagination and use it in everyday life. But when we want to imagine something far removed from our temporal or spatial reality - perhaps the world in the year 2500 or what it would be like to live on the moon or Mars - we often find it difficult to make the scenes appear in our inner eye.
By AddictiveWritings5 years ago in Humans
Ugly Magic
We went out to dinner, my aunt and I, to a little Mediterranean fusion place squeezed between two hotels and buried under a thick layer of scaffolding. The table was a bit sticky, and the menus were wilted, but this could be blamed on the heat. The other patrons were loud and a bit rowdy -- this could also be blamed on the heat. After an hour of sipping ice water and devouring papoutsaki eggplant, (“Where do you think you would like to travel in your life?” my aunt asked. “I would like to see the living bridges of Meghalaya, and the starling migrations. How about you?” I asked. “Oh, I’d like to see the northern lights,” came her reply) I was about ready to leave. Then a man outside sat down at an electric keyboard and began to play jauntily.
By Kira DeSomma 5 years ago in Humans
Summers Beauty
I am an avid gardener and my favorite time of the year aside from the beautiful spring flowers, birds chirping, trees blooming and bushes spreading would have to be the summer. I adore waking up early in the morning while the dew is still fresh on the grass and no one else is active in my community as it is only 6am. I am still pretty tired, but after the coffee is brewed and I enjoy my first few sips, I am ready to go exploring the great world of gardening.
By Laura Dvoran5 years ago in Humans
The place where Farming kills
A place where 85% of Indian farmers are in poverty, yet 70% of the country has links to agriculture directly or indirectly. That's right, I am talking about India where farmers once ruled 70 years ago, but now the same farmer can't even afford food most of the time.
By Shivam Jha5 years ago in Humans
I Got to Love You
The best thing I’ve ever had the privilege of doing, was loving you. The best memories I’ve ever made in my entire life were given to me, because I got to love you. The best lessons I’ve ever learned in my life were taught to me, because I got to love you. Loving you was calm and peaceful, like dew drops on the grass at the break of dawn. Loving you was sweet and gentle, like butterfly kisses on a cool spring day. Loving you, was all I wanted, all I ever asked for.
By Sarah Holdsworth5 years ago in Humans
Dreaming of the Cake
The young boy crouched just behind the notorious chimneys. The air was foul and thick from the bodies burning inside. He had become, tragically, accustomed to the stench, not knowing for certain what was happening in the chambers. He knew deep in his tired, little bones that something very bad was going on there. He heard the awful moaning and begging from inside every day. There were those particularly nightmarish days when the lines of desperately numb people were wrapped all the way around the menacingly ominous edifices, each somehow knowing that this was, indeed, the end. Somewhere in the back of his very young mind, he was brought back to the Shabbats of seemingly very long ago, when his family would go to the synagogue all together. The lines would be long at certain times, on special Shabbats. As he daydreamt from his very hidden position, he saw these very same people right here and now, dressed in their Shabbat finery. The women stood proudly in their pretty, colorful dresses, the men were larger than life in their special, black hats. The children were laughing and playing in the scene.
By Toby Gotesman Schneier5 years ago in Humans
Being A Gig Worker Has Made Me A Better Human Being
I don’t usually answer calls from numbers I don’t recognize, but today I did. This was probably a mistake. Answering your phone is like throwing chum in the water for all the spambots circling like invisible sharks.
By Bev Potter5 years ago in Humans
Darius and the D Hive
It may seem like a life's journey. It is a nice moment in time. I am writing this because maybe some will better understand the loyal cousins (as we all refer to ourselves). It has only been 6 short years, but so much has happened in everyone's lives. I was on periscope one day, it was new so I was just thumbing through it. At the time it was like 6/7 people and how humble Darius was as I look back would say it will be nice if 35/40 people would join. He was so funny and I think he had finished or was about to finish his first cookbook, "Stories". I don't know if he knew how big that our creator was showing up. He would get so excited when a cookbook was sold. That's when I KNEW he was raised by his grandmother, so was I. My gram always taught me, no need to ever seek out greatness, it will find you. Greatness always recognizes the other. His joy brought me joy, every time because he was genuinely so surprised, hoping to sell 30 books. He lived in New Jersey, had hair, and wore black glasses. He was a combination of happiness, sweetness, confidence, peace, and love all wrapped up in one. I didn't realize his height or what a 6'4 man looked like. My sons are 6'10 and 6'4 but they are young men. When we finally met, he was massive to me and kinda scared me, but he was so gentle and kind. Then the infectious laugh, it felt just like home, like a long-lost brother, but that cooked amazingly. On the periscope app, we laughed, cruises, food tours, cried, cheered, went through sorrow, gained new cousins, new people joined, babies were born, cousins married and divorced, family members passed away, step class, peloton bike exercise, training, different cleansings, keto, vegan, operations, veneers, health issues, needing advice, boyfriends, girlfriends, wives, husbands, allergies and his gummies, hanging out enjoying each other, a family reunion every day, so many things and Darius' spirit bought all of this together. That is why when we say we are not new to this but true to this, it is honest. This whole group has grown more into a family; yes when new people join now and ask questions; we try to help unless they are too much then Darius steps in. I am thinking back to a few specifics. First are the fast food' prayers and the way he would say in your "skinny" son's J*sus name, am*n. Also in the pray*r, he asked our creator to remove the bacon off the back of his neck and that he wants to be so skinny when he turned to the side he would not be seen. My imagination is broad, when I thought of that picture, instantly I choked laughing. The next one when he drove to Atlanta and did not drive and hit something then had to have the tire repaired, next was when he shaved his hair off and would "as he said" tie his hair up. The phone calls were amazing especially with "Esther" and the moving truck people. So many more, I can honestly say, the only time I ever saw him upset is when he periscoped his aunt that had Alzheimer's and someone said something off the wall, Darius went in, that person had to cry. Another part of life together is I went back to school to get my degree, three of my other children graduated high school, and two to college, one is on her way in the fall. Also, Darius and the D Hive mean a lot to me because three years ago my daughter was killed. Darius made a specific scope for me, people were inboxing me to get on, but I couldn't. Although, I felt the love, hugs, donations. This was definitely my tribe! Right now, I am laughing just thinking about him in the store on the customer service microphone, or at a restaurant eating something foul, the faces. On work-cations, when deciding where to travel, not wanting to step foot in Europe, what do they have there? If the food is not good, just know that Darius will not be visiting, he said we do a different kind of travel. This has been a laugh down memory lane. I did not even write about some things, but my stomach hurts from laughing. If I did not think we were a family; someone gets it messed up, with food ingredients, needs to be dealt with and cracked on, Darius has it! One of the greatest things to me is the special bonds, sisterhoods that were created through this group. I am not going to specifically mention names, they know who they are. Did I mention that he was a very proud gay man, no? Oh, he is gay and I did not mention it because I only mind the business that pays me and his sexual preference does not pay. Today I look back and there are so many more great things that I did not discuss, but I must say that joining this group was one of my best decisions.
By Sherry Riddick5 years ago in Humans
From Nobody to Somebody
It perched on the mantelpiece, aloof, self-assured, and provocative. A seemingly harmless rectangle of card bearing its messages in sophisticated font and branding colours. Yet I felt the thud of my heart dropping to the floor each time I glanced in its direction. Too ashamed to respond, yet too frightened not to, I allowed the entire business of the invitation to consume me.
By Teresa Renton5 years ago in Humans
