humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
I Don't Fear Failure. I Fear Success.
Nobody I know reads these, which I think is good because this has become a kind of a journal for me (and I guess all of you strangers who read this! Hi!). I think that it's the appeal that learning something personal about a stranger and telling a stranger your deepest feelings brings. So, hopefully you enjoy this brain spill, word vomit, chaos-filled article/journal entry.
By Sabrina Jameson5 years ago in Humans
Peace
For the first time ever, Elaine Tracey felt a calmness, unlike anything else she’d ever known. Serenity. The kind of feeling that many millions of people spend their lives devoted to trying to find. Nirvana – a true state of inner peace. She opened her eyes to look around, finding herself on a beach. She’d been here before, hadn’t she? She didn’t recognise it in any physical sense but it felt familiar. She took a few steps forward, feeling the soft, warm grains of sand pass between her toes. She closed her eyes again, focusing on the feeling. Taking in the gentle sound of the ocean beside her.
By Jake Hayes5 years ago in Humans
Diversity: What’s gained & what’s lost?
Growing up I didn’t really experience much diversity. Whether it was a variety of thoughts, life experiences, or cultural differences within my neighborhood. I spent most of my childhood in a part of the country not known for being a mosaic of the human experience, Sandy, Utah. Don’t get me wrong. I enjoyed my childhood and the amazing friendships that came with it. Along with everything this state had to offer as far as outdoor lifestyles. There just wasn’t much in the way of variety because of the nature of society here in the 1980’s.
By Doug Scavezze5 years ago in Humans
Salvation or Bust
The harsh wind blows against my makeshift shelter of palm leaves that keep most of the rain from my bare back. My eyes scan the horizon and again see nothing there but hundreds of miles of ocean, causing my stomach to drop in desperation. Surely somebody has to be looking for me, right? It’s not like I am a drifter; I have a family, a son, even a dog.
By Marcus Alan Perkins5 years ago in Humans
The Biggest Ship
Anya had only ever known the ship. Her whole world resided between the sails, the wooden slats and the vastness of the blue beyond. Her cabin was on the ship, and her favourite hiding places, and her crew. Ma and Pa were on her crew, and First Mate, and Chef, and Maria and all of Maria’s knives for good luck. There were others on the ship too, but Anya didn’t count them in her crew because they didn’t talk to her and she didn’t talk to them. She thought that was only fair. Her favourite crew member was George, the white cat with blue eyes and one missing tooth. He shared her cabin sometimes. Anya liked him because he was soft, and he was the only one on the crew smaller than her. George was Anya’s best friend.
By Jeanie Mae5 years ago in Humans
An Omen in a Bottle
There are two kinds of people in the world: Those who believe in Signs from the Universe, and those who Ignore Them. The fine line between something that is believed to be Written in the Stars and something that is Artlessly Random is perception. The stance, usually awfully biased, depends on what we believe will serve us most. Does it not?
By Nadia Iris5 years ago in Humans
Bellows and Wren
It was a stunning, book-lined office. Doctor Bellows had a grand view of the sea. He had been accused of living in an ivory tower, but it was more of a fortified castle. Sitting at his large antique desk, he could peer over his computer screen and through the triptych of deep-silled windows which made the landscape more dramatic. Hard work had staked his claim to this enviable refuge from the bickering of academic life. He had had original ideas, performed countless experiments all written up in high-impact journals to prove he deserved his leather bound desk chair and the brimming bookshelves.
By Rachel Robbins5 years ago in Humans
Taking Flight
The wind ruffled softly through Kanen’s hair as he burst through the screen door of his grandmother's seaside cottage. It had been raining for days and the sun was finally peeking out from behind a light grey cloud. His red rubber boots squish-squashed loudly across the muddy yard as he dashed toward his target. Grandma Maggie had given Kanen a brand-new trampoline last week as a birthday gift. After one good day of bouncing the raging storm had moved in, cooping the family up inside as rain poured down and lightning crashed over the sea. He had waited, less than patiently, all week for the tumultuous storms to cease their battering of the shoreline. Each night, before falling asleep, Kanen wished for a sunny day. He wished for clear skies so he could fly higher than ever before. Finally, his wish was being granted. He could take flight once again!
By The Creative Chimera 5 years ago in Humans
The Mind is a Strange Thing
Some days it seems like this loneliness would overwhelm my soul and lead me into the wilderness of dark and dreariness. I can't remember the last time I heard another's voice or seen a face other than my own in the mirrors around all the walls. At first, I thought it was neat to see my reflection at every turn but now they seem to mark me as to say "we are many. You are alone". The weather always matched my weariness or was it my weariness that caused the weather's dark clouds.
By Lucinda Davis5 years ago in Humans
