humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
The Man Who Lives On His Own Part 1
When it is light, I get up, when it is dark, I go to bed. I have no need of a clock or a watch; my other world was ruled by time; my whole life was running around looking at my watch, but here there are no limit, places to go and people to meet in your allocated hours.
By Muhammad Rashid5 years ago in Humans
The Man who lives On His Own Part 2
I lived in a tent for the first few months until I at least had the remnants of a cabin with a roof on it, but I got there and this cabin and everything in it has been built by myself, mostly from wood naturally, but when I ventured a few hours from my homestead I have picked up old tyres and plastic, and of course you are probably thinking what did this guy use for nails and with what did he hammer the nails in with? Well of course I visited the local store, three hours away, so that was the first few days, I made a list of everything I would need, the reason it took a few days, because I wanted to be sure, because I was determined that I would never go back to that store. So that’s what I did, I had a list of the essentials; hammer, saw, nails, seeds to grow vegetables, a large plastic container for holding water, a rifle and a gas stove. I looked like some crazy gold digger when I left that town. I go back only once a year for a new gas bottle and some essential supplies, like a bottle of Jack Daniels but apart from that I have survived on my own. I catch and hunt my own food and grow my own vegetables. I have a natural supply of water from the rain I catch in the water butt I made. The water is used mainly for cooking and drinking, so I am kind of smelly, so probably a good job I do live on my own. But when it does rain, and by god it rains! I strip naked and have a shower outside, which there is nothing like it. For light and warmth, I have candles and a fire, which again you can’t beat, I wouldn’t swap a cold dark winter night sitting opposite my fire with a glass of JD for anything, I can imagine our forefathers and their forefathers living like that.
By Muhammad Rashid5 years ago in Humans
Zig Zag # 6
I don’t know about you, but sometimes I just want to hear a good story that gives me the warm fuzzy feels. The kind of story that reminds you that there are good people in the world. The kind of story that reminds you that the universe is looking out for you. The kind of story that reminds you that it’s good to be pleasantly surprised by life sometimes.
By Kathleen Majorsky5 years ago in Humans
Demystifying the arts: sharing in-depth industry knowledge to create great pieces of art, architecture & design.
Many years ago, when I started my journey into creative fields as a young person, I found myself confused. It was admirable to see how great musicians, pop starts, fashion designers, artists and architects could create such magic. I loved the feeling it gave me and that it gave to the people I loved.
By Rebeca Ramos5 years ago in Humans
Community
Where did the first humans begin their human journey? What differentiates us from other beings? How are we set apart? Those first bones that are classified to have shifted from simply mammal, into the beginnings of “human” are the ones where a break has occurred within the bone, but, the break has healed. Rather than letting the wounded being fall behind from its break, somehow, it was cared for and tended in place giving it a chance for the break to mend. Who found food for it to eat while it was mending? Who kept it warm and dry, or cool and watered? What transpired in order for a wounded creature who could not care for itself to survive in the harsh world of the first humanoids?
By Emily Quandt5 years ago in Humans
You Can Call Me Boomer
I was born at the tail end of the Baby Boomer Generation. A child of the 60's, a youth of the 70's, and an eventual mother of Generation X, Y, and Z-ers, aka Millennials. Of course these are all labels, and usually soundly dismissed by myself and my offspring, unless they are being incorporated as joke fodder. Which happens, honestly. Because funny is good. Humor can be a great connecting point, when used respectfully. When used to unite, rather than divide.
By Peggy LaRee Parker 5 years ago in Humans
The Hermit, an audio anthology
Let me give you the layout. Downstairs there is a throng of people singing in candlelight to my youngest brother. He’s eighteen now and glowing in the love of the family around him. At least, that’s how I imagine it went. Just three minutes before the singing and candle lighting commenced, I was sitting close to my dad, watching as aunts, uncles, and cousins surrounded him. Just then I felt something drop in my chest all the way down to my stomach. It was like someone flipped off the lights and the internal offices of my mind went dark. I felt a subtle swirling in my stomach and my breath quickened. I stood out of my chair and slipped as quietly as I could up the stairs, behind the crowd, as erratic gasps heaved in my chest and I felt a buzzing sensation creep from the back of my head forward until my face tingled with overwhelming energy. Afraid of the sudden, visceral loss of control I threw myself into the corner of a room far enough from the stairs to hide my breakdown.
By Benny Shlesinger5 years ago in Humans
Your JEDI Concierge
Justice. Diversity. Equity. Inclusion. These are all buzzwords that you have likely heard at some point in time throughout the years, more so in the past year. I can't say I am not thrilled to see a rise in the awareness of social justice issues that have plagued marginalized communities for hundreds of years. However, it certainly makes you wonder if these "advances" are performative in nature–which would do more harm than good. On that note of "good", this isn't to say that individuals should strive to be good or perfect if they embark on this journey of justice, equity, diversity, and inclusion (JEDI). Instead, aiming to be good-ish yet genuine is a more realistic way of approaching this. Good-ish? I know you might be confused as you wonder what this means. Well, identifying as a good person, means you will likely, at some point, view yourself as someone who is free of bias and mistakes. By thinking this way, you may cloud your judgment and perpetuate the very thing you committed to eliminating. If you position yourself as someone who is good-ish, you'll be cognizant of the fact that you have blind spots and will more likely address them. Anyone who sees themself as being good-ish, would likely thrive in the online community of allies that I wish to create to bring about awareness and collaboratively come up with possible solutions to these social justice issues.
By Donziikinz5 years ago in Humans
If I could not create, I would not exist.
The Sea Sparked It, The Mountains Own It When I was in my mid 20's, it began. Words started to flow. Around and around, they would swirl in my head, and often when I was alone by the Sea. I didn't understand it then. Maybe it was an awakening. I needed to write some of them down. So I did, and this was my first poetry, and I have been creating it ever since. It comes to me most when I am in touch with nature; I become one with it. It's a fantastic feeling. I feel that my best poetry flows when I'm immersed deep in the rolling hillsides, and she surrounds me. Words first came to me from the Sea but flourished in the mountains. I want to share my favorite poem, written after an incredible hike down a steep and dangerous mountain path. There, at the bottom, I climbed onto a beautiful river boulder, looked up, and put pen to paper the words that flowed in me.
By Kimberly Paulus5 years ago in Humans
Free to Create
I sat there on the couch, watching my world crumble into shambles. Everything I had known was falling apart around me. Calls didn’t come back in. Texts weren’t returned. Love seemed to float away from me like the ashes of a bonfire drift up and away into oblivion.
By Emily Quandt5 years ago in Humans
