humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
A Different Sort of Princess Story
Before there was #metoo or the rise of #RBG, there was a little girl whose heroes were few and far between. She searched for examples of women whom she could relate to, ones who fought with swords or words, who wore pants to Sunday school, or who decided motherhood wasn't the only option after marriage. This little girl struggled to subjugate her inquisitive mind with instruction in “acting like a lady.”
By Elizabeth Griffiths5 years ago in Humans
A House On The Hill
There was a house built high up on a hill. This house was fashioned to be a shining beacon of freedom and a mansion for every man. Those that built this house reaped the resources around them by cutting down the trees, sawing the wood, laying down the foundation and positioning the corner stone perfectly. The architects truly had a master plan in mind when they erected this edifice. They carved and cut out the windows and furnished the house with the finest furniture making it a place of comfort and protection from the elements. Once the builders and the architects finished, they looked upon it and said “this truly is a fine house, spacious and comfortable with many rooms and enough beds for everyone and for all whom built it. Every hand that laid bricks for this house should have a say in how it is furnished and should have a room in it, a bed and should be able to eat from its kitchen—all who worked shall eat.” Upon hearing this, the architects and the builders all agreed and immediately began preparations to move into this new mansion built by the many. But, while some were making their preparations, others looked inside the house, looked at its many rooms and though it were a spacious house, abundant in every way, inside of these men was nothing but a spirit of lack. That lack, they projected onto the house and its rooms. “If Everyone gets a room, the less rooms we get” they said to themselves. “Why should we share with them, when we can have more?” they thought to themselves. Suddenly, the abundance of rooms appeared to them as not enough, the space suddenly shrank before their eyes and the hallways didn’t seem as long. So, the architects dichotomized the builders into groups: their group and the other group, the superior and the inferior, the worthy and the unworthy, the old and the young, the citizen and the foreigner, the majority and the minority.
By Robert Burton5 years ago in Humans
The Sound of Silence
It seemed like everything changed in a flash as I began my last year as a kid, or so I believed. My thirteenth year would be next, and I already knew everything about life, and what's wrong and right. I begged my mom to switch me to our current district's public school. I pleaded and cried that the private school I attended was too small and cramped for me, somewhere in my mind I believed this lie, another year at the private school and I might just die. No results? Plan B is now fully in effect, and I've began acting out in class, in utter disrespect, anyone could see trouble would come next, which was sadly correct, such a foolish decision in retrospect. I never got in trouble, now I'm suspended at home doing chores for my bad behavior, but my next lesson would be far greater, and I thought switching to public schools was doing myself a favor, and I would realize the truth much later. So I switched to the public school in our district and was happy to be going there. The bus pulled up and we took a 20 min drive in the country, a landscape dotted by tractors and farms, my mind should have been sounding off alarms, but I was strangely charmed.
By Johnathan Pitt5 years ago in Humans
Escaping Reality
There are many things I do that are outside of work. 3D modeling. Writing. Wood working. Even hobby chemistry like brewing alcohol. Not even limiting myself from the occasional metal working or what I like to call “man knitting”. Which in itself is just threading steel wire into chainmail. LARPing, D&D, as well as other nerd things try to cut their way into my time frame. But nothing holds a candle to how cathartic video games are to me.
By Unabated Lemon5 years ago in Humans
What’s your first name...I mean, your real African first name?
I’ve recently been thinking about stereotypes and how they are perpetuated by single stories. The kinds of stories that are based on singular perspectives. The famous novelist and speaker, Chimamanda Adichie, in her TED talk points out that the danger of a single story is that it creates a definitive version of the person(s) about whom the story is told.
By Timothy Musoke5 years ago in Humans
Ginger Boss
Set aside the 40 hours I’ve already worked this week and an extra four or five might not sound like much, buckled into article after article, pumping my imagination to the very last drop of it’s reserves. Of course, the end of the week can’t come soon enough. Yes, I’m talking about those few hours in the evening on Sunday while I’m sitting in front of my sliding glass door, contemplating letting the warm summer evening air in while clinging to the exciting end of a good book, the pages dwindling and the haunting end drawing near. The final rays of the sun cresting through the sky offer only a few more moments of reading under its light without the artificial dim and drain of a corner lamp burning into my peripheral line of sight, beckoning for me to give in and set my book aside.
By J. L. Cross5 years ago in Humans
To Whomever it May Concern
To whomever it may concern, How many of us actually read the policies when joining a new app or website? Major props to those of you that do, but in all honesty, I usually don’t. Unsurprisingly, when it came to this website, I didn’t. I checked to make sure I held ownership over my work when it was published, and went ahead and joined. Not to say that I regret this decision. As a matter of fact, I have thoroughly enjoyed my use of this website. I haven’t even found it a very apparent way to make money. If I must be honest, I’ve made a grand total, through my four vocal articles, of seventeen cents. Borderline millionaire, right?
By Rambles4you5 years ago in Humans
The Mandela Effect
As a teacher of 10 and 11-year-olds, I believe quality education is based on inquiry and exploration. Every spring I take the 12 or so students that I am responsible for on a long ramble. For 3 days and nights we explore this Eden we call earth; pausing to sketch different creatures and plants on our treks during the day and stirring up the ancient energies with our dancing in the forests at night.
By Junine Keala5 years ago in Humans
The Man Who lives On His Own Part 3
Anyway, enough of my gripe, you make your own mind up. I opted out and I now live the life that I think my body and mind has craved for a long time, and you only get one life so why not be happy. What I haven’t told you about is my life in this forest so here goes.
By Muhammad Rashid5 years ago in Humans
