humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
When Your Nose, Ya Know?
The two simple words “face” and “mask” bring many things to mind: from the ole’ bank robber and cowboy tropes to skincare routines and beyond. While the face mask as we know it now is not by any means a new concept or a new fashion accessory, it reached an unprecedented amount of popularity in every sector of life due in no small part to the rampant initial spread of Covid-19.
By Yiskah Laureola5 years ago in Humans
We Can't Feed the World But We Can Feed My Part of It
Last March, our little 89 home over-55 community was thriving. We had just finished up a very successful play, we were working on a Murder Mystery Theater, and had just started up a writing club. This in addition to the almost daily card games and other regular activities enjoyed by over half our residents.
By Darryl Brooks5 years ago in Humans
Leaving Behind My Childhood,
I’m Val. Formally go by Valerie, on the internet I’m known as avalcados. I’m 22 years old. I have been raised by not one but two unloving narcissists. For my astrology homies, two undeveloped Scorpio parents. I’ve been coming to many realizations about my childhood, once again. This new process has been so painful and liberating. I can finally say liberating and that feeling I have is crisply hopeful. I’m writing this out mainly for myself. I’m writing also for anyone who may need some words? But more so to the void. You see, I’m coming from a family home that taught me to only share anger and pain. A place that tried to show me that showing any type of emotion makes you unready for life. Because not getting a grip of ur emotions just simply means you’re not ready for this life. *rolls eyes* Growing up, showing love and needing love felt like a crime. I learned to not ask for a simple hug. I learned that if I wanted to cry I had to wait until everyone was asleep to breakdown in the bathroom silently. I learned to accept the uncalled advice and often didn’t resonate with the advice my dad would give. Leaving him content, feeling like he did his job as a father. But that’s not what I’m here to talk about. Lately, I’ve been shedding the layers I had believed were there to protect me because I’ve come to realize that love is not a crime. Showing and being love is not a crime or should be shameful. So why do I punish myself in hiding what I do best? Why do I punish myself in keeping myself away from love and comfort? Why do I punish myself in staying stuck in situations with people who view love as a crime? The truth of it all is that I am love and comfort. I can create love and comfort easily. It’s the one thing that comes out of me so naturally. I’m realizing that my parents don’t hate who I am or uncomfortable with who I am. They hate and are uncomfortable with how naturally I radiate the love they tried so hard to never believe in. So they choose to push me away. They choose to misunderstand me. They choose to blame me for not “learning” about life yet. But my purpose is not to stop the love I spew so that they can remain comfortable in their idea that love doesn’t exist. It’s not my job to make them see that I am love. Maybe for them, love doesn’t exist. But I can’t sit here and rip myself apart begging for them to even glance. Life shows me how much love exists everywhere. When I go thru drive thrus and I always ask them how they are back. That’s sharing love. When my friends are going through something and instead of being on them I give them the space to be because they got this. I know when they need a friend, they will come to me and I’ll surely be there. That’s sharing love. When the sky is just so beautiful and you catch it during its most precious time. That’s sharing love. When my own family shows me time and time again that they will never be on my side, I show them that no matter what I will always root for them. That’s sharing love. And I dedicate this post to everyone who thought they could take away my power. Who believed they could dim my power just a tiny bit. You only made it stronger. Thank you for that because now, I cannot unsee this immense power I have. I will for sure no doubt will be sharing all this love that’s waiting to be seen by the universe. Believe in love. Because you are love. Love will lead you. So let it.
By Valerie Ortiz5 years ago in Humans
Bird. Brain.
"You are a cry, cry baby!" I am. I am a cry, cry baby. I cry often. I weep at birds and insurance commercials, at sunrises and sunsets, at the sight of the mail carrier, at the worst Kevin Costner movies, at the fact that I always look at the clock when it is 4:44, either in the morning nor in the afternoon.
By Reagan Alexander5 years ago in Humans
Heed to Good Deeds
You see and hear about good deeds almost everyday. Those that are broadcasted from the news, others being declared from the mouths of those involved. Then there are the deeds that are happening under the radar, without a platform, without a spotlight, without a sounding voice. These are the deeds that leave a resounding impression on the world each day. If we live to seek the deeds that may be too far out of our reach, we will find that the deeds we can accomplish will be diminished. There is no deed too small, for every deed builds on to the last, in deed.
By Debbie Davis5 years ago in Humans
THE GOD PROJECT
I have witnessed a plethora of jaw dropping anomalies this year and had some very real experiences that have given me a level of awareness that for lack of a better word I am uncomfortable with. I have wanted to write this for a while now but found myself not only unsure of what I wanted to convey with my words, but unsure of what the universe itself was trying to convey to me. I have come to three solidified conclusions. #1. Everything happens on its own time. Whenever (it) does happen I understand that whatever (it) is serves a purpose to everything in this universe no matter how minute it seems. It is clandestine and essential to the existence of everything on this celestial plane. It does not matter if its effect can be seen by one or many, or goes unnoticed by all, its existence is tantamount to the existence of everything it will exist with just as the existence of you and I. This is synchronicity and it is everything.
By Lashondra Harris5 years ago in Humans
Wouldn’t We Be Done Already If The Same Old Solutions For The Same Old Problems Really Worked
Why have millenniums of protests of every kind and size produced no lasting results? And why do people keep using the same faulty methods over and over again thinking that they’ll work this time?
By Lynda Coker5 years ago in Humans
The Giving Trucker
As I was traveling down the road on a sunny day in June, I came across a man that was standing on an off ramp to the highway. I decided to reach out of my cab window and give the man a couple of dollars that I had stashed in my cup holder. It felt really good to give him those dollars. As I kept driving I had an idea, what could I do to better the lives of some of these people that I see all across America. When I was able to stop at the receiver to unload my truck where I was delivering my goods, I climbed in the back of my truck and laid across my bed. My mind was racing on different things I could do to make a difference in this world. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks; why not make hygiene bags with goodies inside and a note with an inspirational thought or a scripture from the bible written on a card, add a dollar or two into the bag and pass them out. Oh how I got excited about my idea and I promised myself as soon as I returned home I would start building my bags. That weekend I ventured out to the nearest store and started grabbing toiletries to fill my bags. I grabbed toothbrushes and tooth paste, soap, deodorant and other items that I personally felt would be appreciated if the bags had been given to me. Years before this idea of mine was becoming a reality, I too was homeless with my children and I remembered all the things that people had given me over the years and I was so happy that now I was able to give back. My daughter helped me write the inspirational notes and scriptures down on each card that we put a lot of love and thought into, we added dollars to our bags and we found some really pretty colorful bags too; we ended up with twenty bags in total. So the next day we loaded up the car and I took my first bags on the road with me. I found many people that were in need at truck stops, on the side of roads. This continued for several months and each time it gave me a feeling of purpose in life. One Sunday at church the ladies were talking about ideas we could do to help some of the women shelters in our city and I told my church members about what I was doing to suggest making bags. A couple of weeks went by and we were having a book reading at my church; the first lady at my church had told us that we were all to bring items for the bags that we were going to make for the ladies at the homeless shelter. The table was full of goodies that we filled each bag with. We ended up with one hundred bags made with love. That is when my church sisters informed me that the bags were made to help me in my endeavor to continue giving in my truck ministry. I was so excited and filled with love that the tears would not stop flowing from my eyes. To this day I still pass out my bags and I even now pass them out in my truck and my personal vehicle as well. This to me is just the beginning of many more things that I will come up with to give back into the world. If one ever feels like they do not know how and where to start giving back, just think about the giving trucker and start there.
By Eva Darling5 years ago in Humans
