humanity
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National Balance
The Body: Patients, martyrs and survivors of abuse and crime, especially gun crimes, has been in communities and in individual lives in America since the early 1800s to recent years placing a great deal of stress on families and business developments. So many people who have been though violent situations have a hard time readjusting socially, emotionally and financially in many cases. The nature of these crimes are seemly random and broad ranging from police shootings , gang shootings, assaults on the elderly and women , rape of both male and female children, and armed robberies of the rich and poor alike. What sparks this horrible string of evil actions in your city? How can we proceed towards getting the survivors of these ordeals the peace and justice they so much deserves? Many innocent people are hurt or killed everyday and their families are left to grieve without any support. If we don't address this issue and find a positive solution, our communities will continue to suffer. By coming together to make peace more dominant and publicized then violence , the tread of righteousness could bring more people to make a lasting change in the crime rate in American communities.
By Derrick Anthony Strong5 years ago in Humans
The Key to Life
What is the key to life? I believe every human has an idea of what this could mean. Depending on where you were born, to whom you were born unto, and most definitely in what Era you were born in, would sum up at least the top five things for you. Which would mean those ideas we're basically made for you. Not too sure about you, but I like to make up my own mind from time to time. I think that in certain countries, the idea of having food to eat everyday would be right at the top of the list. These are the kind of places that most only pull up on their Google pages, or for a deeper look within, a You Tube video from time to time. A way to feel a bit more calm when upset about their own misfortunes. I have seen walls made of mud and clay, where pieces of hay used to help bond these materials together would scratch you if you got too close. No doors separating each room from the next. I have seen the wonder in the eyes of a mother able to feed her children after giving her a few pieces of bread. I have seen famine. The helpessness in the body of a mother that watches her baby die. The key to life is not to outlive each other. To some that might mean to obtain more earthly medals and trophies, such as cars, houses, jewelry, women, men, or unless you are an athlete, then medals and trophies are really your thing. It also means that it doesn't matter if you live longer than others. There is no one left that knew you, or that you really knew if you live to be a hundred and forty. Seems like there is a steady race on Earth to obtain anything and everything at a more abundant pace than our fellow man. And as the old saying expresses, we can't take anything with us when we go. Unless you're King Tutanham, and then your flesh will turn to bone around possessions that will someday be studied by evolved human beings. Unless by chance we all wind up killing ourselves to win this made up competition, the illusive trophy, which at that point maybe another species will somehow benefit from what used to be your belongings. Who knows, maybe all of our bones will be used to build a monument of sorts by a brand new species. Somewhat of their own trophy. A way to say that there are no more humans here! I purposely went to a dark description of what is possible. I did it because I think that as educated human beings we can do the impossible. We can learn to love the people we love, now! To not let the years get away from us before we say we're sorry, or that we love someone. Or thank those for the friendships that were offered and never accepted. Using our ability to lend a hand outside of our own feeding grounds to one that is a little more bare. We are nothing more than a creation. A scientifically, universal, molecular combination of beauty and wonder. Our ability to dream and create is what separates us from lions and tigers. But because we were created, we must use our blessings to make this the best place for our future selves to live and prosper the way we have. It can't and never will be, by winning a race with an invisible finish line!
By Scott Sinderson5 years ago in Humans
The lions roar
Why does the lion roar? What makes them want to be heard so loudly in a world that is already so noisy and full of sounds bustling and competing with each other? Why do they feel the need to roar over everything drowning out the sound of the voices that should be heard, that ought to be heard, that are so desperately fighting to be heard over the mightiest roar, the humble quiet voices that whisper their roars for only the chosen ones to hear their messages of justice and veracity? How will we ever hear it all when only the loud ones are amplified, unjustly given centre stage to spread their messages that do nobody justice but themselves and themselves alone. I shall hear this roar no more for there is no more space for a roar so loud that it leaves no other space for the roars of anymore. To this roar, I say goodbye for it no longer has a home here and as I choose to lend my ears to those whose messages have gone unheard and ignored for far too long, whose reign has never been felt, whose roar has been silenced, muffled, ignored and denied for far too long..... that is the only roar that these ears shall hear.
By Womans worth5 years ago in Humans
The Past 365
This girl I knew a year ago would be so proud of the woman I have become today. It's amazing what 365 days can do for someone. Those days can make or break you; it all depends on what you do with them. That girl had no idea that she had better days ahead of her. She didn't know that she was going to have a better life; one she's always hoped for.
By Jennifer Parker5 years ago in Humans
To Mask, or Not to Mask
I'm sure all of us has a Covid-19 story. Well I decided to write of one aspect of mine. When all of this started back in February of 2020, I didn't think it would last long. I didn't have that opinion because of our fearless leader of that time. That opinion was likely wishful thinking.
By Qa'id Ali Harris5 years ago in Humans
The Pool of Her Birth
Part I: The Society 2101 Fifty years after World’s End, In the Hawaiian Islands a society began to form under the jurisdiction of one being. Man referred to him as the Doctor. His philosophies dictated the formation of a juvenile civilization. There was no diplomatic discussion granting the Doctor with any formalized jurisdiction, his commanding conviction and unnatural grasp upon the attention of man bred compliance. No opposition was presented to his societal structuring; his knowledge of resource allocation was expertly sufficient; people were fed. A random assignment of occupation occurred, The Agricultural District, The Lumber District, The Livestock District, The Mining District, The Fishing District, and The Medical District. Families were assigned together and it was understood that the offspring would fulfil their parents’ role within their district. There was no formation of any type of communication between districts, The Doctor convinced the broken Man that he was best fit to fulfil this role and vowed to ensure all will be provided the necessities of life. He captivated audiences by appealing to their fears, promising order, and painted himself a martyr, assuming critical responsibilities in order to allow the survivors to spend the rest of their days with their loved ones. However, the surviving Man many not have been better off. The first generation understood the price that was being paid, however the direness of their reality killed any opportunity for revolution. The societal rebuilding was unlike before. Inspiration, courage and creativity might as well have evaporated with the atomic extinction. With no means to protect Man, the Doctor had no obstacles in constructing his societal vision. The human race was learning to walk again, vulnerable to manipulation, and its future uncertain, potentially unable to ever recapture any goodness that had been obliterated.
By C. Jay Berger5 years ago in Humans
