humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Celebrating Our Heroes
International Nurses Day is a global celebration of the amazing men and women who work tirelessly to protect and heal our communities. They put in long hours, rarely receiving the recognition due to their noble contributions. Throughout the pandemic, nurses have worked bravely on the front lines to protect us and care for our loved ones. The world is finally beginning to heal, thanks in large part to these everyday heroes. To commemorate our global healing process, this year’s theme has been appropriately dubbed “nursing the world back to health”
By The Creative Chimera 5 years ago in Humans
How humans finally become stupid!
Being a part of intelligent beings we have done some amazing Creation/Discovery over the period of 6000 years of civilization. Also, we have done some intolerable stupid things, Which always puts Human sense VS Human Non-sense. Even though it's clear which part makes sense some humans are really stupid to understand.
By Richardson5 years ago in Humans
Freshly Fallen Snow
At the top of the stairs, she watched the sunset make its way across the freshly fallen snow. A temporary reprieve from the unsightly view, that dominated her spectrum. She knew that keeping her gaze upon the iridescent peach and violet hues, would only last so long before she was reminded of where she was.
By Tara Chatterton5 years ago in Humans
Life Experiences
I think that if I were to try and describe myself to people I would say I am charismatic, smart, fun, kind, and carry about myself a sense of childlike enthusiasm. I tend to make decisions before thinking and often times end up shoving my foot into my mouth because my filter sucks and I say things that probably shouldn’t have been said. I have accomplished a great many things in my life and have also failed more than I would like to admit. Often times those failures were catastrophic, and impacted so many more people than just myself. But those are stories for another time.
By Forrest Rhodes5 years ago in Humans
Correction About Connection
My life has been consumed by a deep desire to experience that feeling when we have an interaction with each other, when we really see each other, when we truly connect. I can’t fully describe the feeling when this happens. How I feel, physiologically, tells me this is a good thing!
By Doug Scavezze5 years ago in Humans
Vakhi High
Sta Chapter 1 – Sweet Nostalgia The side swept bangs, tattered jeans, and black eye makeup. Who could not remember the late 90s and 2000s. There walking into high school a two-shoe goody girl with knee length skirt, ugly plain t-shirt and no make-up. Dirty blonde hair and chestnut eyes. Her olive skin was nicely tanned. She was shy and to herself. It was 2006, having been homeschooled for her whole life -- this girl had no personal style from being trapped in an overly conservative home. She didn’t know then but soon the pop-punk, emo-style and front layered over one eye hair would capture her heart and discover who she was on inside.
By Phoenix Rising5 years ago in Humans
Made For Others
My story is summed up in one word--redemption. My wife reminded me to have grace towards the person I was when I was younger because I was just that—young. I use to hold my mistakes close to my chest, not knowing they were seeping through my skin to form hypothetical cancer. Mild anxiety attacks begin to form and my mental stability was tilting like a ship in angry seas. I was losing hold of who I was, who I was created to be...by becoming something foreign to who I am.
By Calvin Pennywell Jr. 5 years ago in Humans
I'm not angry
Life has not always been easy, nor has it been a bowl of cheerios. Coming from a time when being different could cost you everything. Losing my family's love and support, having my dreams squashed for a time, all because I discovered who I am, not what I am. Having to learn how to survive in a city that was once my friend.
By Theodora Green5 years ago in Humans
Grief vs. Man
Grief owes me 20 years of my life. I've demanded transparency and received questionable guidance. I've cried out, every day, for an understanding of the mishandling of the heart of a boy who was born to be King. Through every act I've committed since the night innocence ripped through my skin - my hate has grown in parallel with the debt I now understand that needs to be paid.
By Faults and All5 years ago in Humans
