humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Cancel Culture......
So I have a great job, like a really great job. I get paid honestly too much money. I get paid weekly....which is nearly impossible to find. I work in customer service but have limited contact with customers....kinda the dream. I have a job during a pandemic and it’s an amazing company to work for. I absolutely love it.
By Heather Clark6 years ago in Humans
Why We Must Care
It may be your family, your mother, your father, your friend, your brother, or your sister. Anyone can be affected by poverty and poverty has no respect for anyone. We can all be victims of its grip. Economies can be built up and they can fall. Poverty knows no boundary and poverty has no race, no color, no creed, and no sex. No one is immune to poverty, it can take anyone by storm and devour their livelihood. Poverty is a victimize and strike the very young of our world and people. Every day young children are born into poverty and even when they are educated they are still victims of its grip on their life. Young children die daily due to a lack of food, clothing, medicine, housing, and shelter. Every day children waste away and parents have to see their children starving and dying in front of them. And some children lose their parents and caretakers becoming orphans at a young age. Where is the compassion for humanity? Where is the love for life and respect for life? We all must take responsibility for not caring enough to give and share our wealth, what we take for granted. Many may be asked why should they care because we benefited from cheap labor and we benefited from cheap wages and our livelihood may have to answer to the crimes of poverty that built our economy. It will behoove us to care and amend what we have done and the lack of care we have shown. We can change the world with one act of kindness. We can shed light on the darkness of poverty. Its culture must be brought to justice. And we cannot lose this fight for the children's lives are at stake and the future of the world depends on them. We must band together and reach for those whose lives are burden with impossibilities. What kind of legacy is passing down to your children? If you want them to care about the world then you must show them how to care. You must take the time to pass down charity. Who knows if that child you save may become a doctor who eradicates cancer? Who knows if that child you save becomes an educator and lift a generation out of poverty? We must understand that this battle is real and happening every day. We cannot become complacent with our care and neglect the need of the impoverished. Every day is a day of change, change those impoverished lives by helping them out of poverty that has been generational and lifting. Who knows if we have much so we can build up others? Who knows if we might have so we can change the world? The legacy of the world is at stake, those who are in need happens to be in dire situations. Even babies are dying because their mothers lacked the necessary nutrition. If we don't take up this fight then we will regret it. Isolating ourselves from the problem only makes the problem worse and it refuses to disappear. Do riches matter when most of the world is poor? Do riches matter when poverty could come at any time? A man is measure by his greatness and not by what he owns. A woman is seen by her charity and not by what she possesses. We can no longer hide the light of doing good. It is time to reach further and dig deeper. You can change eternity for those impoverished, do so today.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous6 years ago in Humans
Quarantine Confession (Part 1/3)
Strange, strange indeed. That's the word I would use to describe how it feels to suddenly and seemingly out of nowhere cut yourself off from regular habits and routines that used to make up your normal day to day life. Shoot, quitting any habit cold turkey can lead to some pretty intense responses as a result of such immediate change. So I believe it's safe to say confining oneself to their home for an undetermined amount of time, able only to leave for "the essentials" would start to make anyone a bit stir crazy. Some might say they went a bit "cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs", they might say "Things got weeeeird really fast man!" and others may have started to question their sanity just a teeny tiny bit, I know I did. This kind of forced isolation can do (and there's that word again) strange things to people and have them reacting in ways they never thought themselves capable of. What I'm about to share with you are some of my reactions that I encountered personally during my time in self quarantine and maybe you can relate.
By Michelle Chaparro6 years ago in Humans
COLOURED SKIN
Skin colour has been at the forefront of most peoples minds, even if not by choice. The press, social media, the internet and television have all made that possible. The ‘ Black life matters’ slogan has and still is splashed across every medium that’s in the public sphere; when will it end? Probably not, or
By Albert Andre6 years ago in Humans
Enbalm
I sat at the bar, waiting on my beer and watching the college football game play out on the big, flatscreen TV. The bar was pretty much empty. Well, it was a Monday afternoon, after all. Most people would be headed home to rest before the next day’s work, unable to afford any of the heavy drinking that the majority of them came here to do. But me, I liked a quiet drink before heading home. It was a good place to decompress after a hard day’s work at the construction site, and that happened to be what I needed on that particular afternoon.
By Nathan Carver6 years ago in Humans
Happy Belated Birthday Bubala
I'm sorry I didn't wish you a happy birthday. It's the first year in two years that I haven't. No call, no text, no gift. I honestly feel it hurt me more than it did you. I feel I've lost myself. I don't know who I am anymore. Who am I without you? And what am I without you? For the past year and 8 months I felt in my heart you would get clean. I never let go. I never gave up. I felt I knew we would be together. And my world has come crashing down beside me because now I realize none of it will ever exist. You will never be mine. I just don't know how to move on or leave you in the past. At this point I have given up because I feel the turth has set in. And you even spoke it yourself, you will never want me more than drugs. You will always care about getting high more than being with me. I can't understand it. I cry and cry and yell at you. We fight back and forth. We say we love each other then we say we hate eachother. And nothing will ever change. Because you won't. You've given up on yourself and you asked me to as well. Unfortunately there are addicts that never get clean and just use their whole lives or sadly pass away. I feel so broken knowing there is no future with us, that this is where we end. I never even got to make love to you. And you are makng love to other addicts in a way you've saved for me inside your head. I just want you to choose me. I want the pain of me leaving to destroy your heart. I want the sadness of not speaking to me for months be stronger than the sickness of not doing heroin. I want the pain to be worse than being dope sick. And I just can't matter that much. I'm losing sight of my future. Of who I want to become. What will bring meaning to my life. And for the past three years the only thing that brought my life true meaning was you. The only person I wanted in my future was you. My whole future was based around you. And now theres just this emptiness surronding my life and who I will be because there is no you. You're just never going to chose me. At this point you can't be there for me. You can't even just be nice to me because of your addiction. You have been so mean to me, so hurful. I can't believe the way you've been speaking to me. I cant keep tolerating and accepting your mean behavior. I love when it's just us two and we are on the phone, texting or in person and we are both just being ourselves no guards up. You aren't trying to push me away and we just fall into eachother. And that's what we do just fall into each other. Fall back into the same place we left. It's like we are two puzzle pieces that fit together and the pieces snap back in place when we speak again. Our souls are intertwined. Our brains are always connected. And I couldn't stop loving you even if I wanted to, you are a part of me. I just don't know how to keep on going without you. And I have to, we can't be together if you won't get clean. And now I know the fake profiles are you, I know not to talk to any suspicious accounts anymore. You won't be able to trick me into staying in communication with you now. For the first time since we reconnected on instagram almost three years ago we are going to have to be apart. I don't want to be though. But you've chosen drugs. You'd rather get high and make love to addicts in a way that is only supposed to be with me. You kiss and touch girls and think of me the entire time. But you shouldn't be thinking of me, you should be with me. You shouldn't be making love to girls in a way that was supposed to be special and just for me. Your lips should never touch someobdy elses that aren't mine. But you are ok with this life. You told me we can never work because you will always want drugs more. I'm so completely broken that I don't even know what to do with myself. You were my life and now you are just nothing anymore. I can't keep pushing you to go to rehab and speaking about it. You've made a firm decision. You've created a life for yourself. And it's a life that doesn't involve me.
By Tracy Rose 6 years ago in Humans
The misconceptions of a 22 year old male Asian-Brit
Do I start with a subtitle? What would the answer be? I'm only writing due to a looming boredom and untapped creative potential. Do I go somewhere with this? Why would anyone care? Race does not matter, they say, yet a lot of the time I feel because of my own earth-shattering beliefs social constructs have made me believe. The misconceptions of a 22 year old male Asian living in Britain (in the 21st Century).
By Cyrill Apelo6 years ago in Humans
Knowing Your Origin
I was born in a small town amidst the curvy roads of southern Spain. Ronda to be exact. My mother is Argentinean and my father is Spanish, so the story really begins when I was 11 months old and on a plane to Argentina without my fathers consent. It's impossible for me to tell you in all honesty, why they separated in such terms that mom would leave the country with me. My mom is not a cruel person, she is deeply empathetic but also has a hard shell designed for survival, specially in a mans world. She was afraid of loosing custody of me and made the choice she thought best.
By Arian Lobon6 years ago in Humans
Dear Mr. I Prefer Exotic Women Because Black Women are Angry
Dear Mr., I prefer exotic women because black women are crazy, Please do me a favor, kindly shut the fuck up and open a dictionary. We are so sick and tired of you bitching and moaning about all the things you guys hate within yourselves. And since I know you probably won’t pick up the dictionary, I did the work for you as usual.
By Shannon Gaskin6 years ago in Humans
Overcoming The Stigma Of Growing Up Misunderstood
When growing up in Singapore, the whole idea of obedience was to take on a conformist attitude. Keep in step and in line, and don't ask silly questions about doing things in other ways. It made me feel weird because it seemed abnormal to ask about how I could potentially simplify a process or make it more efficient for others.
By Dr Joel Yong6 years ago in Humans
