humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
A Summer Excerpt
Times were changing. I knew this much. Home had turned into an empty word. It was blurry, up in the air, floating, taunting me as its palpability slipped through my fingers. Although, now that I thought about it, home wasn’t a thing that had ever stuck. It was a term I had given my primary residence, as I felt it was the normal thing to do, and everyone around me seemed to be content with the idea, so it seemed fitting to follow suit, but the truth was I hated it. I was fried, and some of it was my own doing, as I so willingly sprinted through what my “guidance” councelors referred to as “the gateway”, but mostly I blamed the pseudo intellectuals for sucking me dry all those years. I wasn’t sure who I was anymore. I used to have hobbies, ambitions even. I used to be so passionate that it would consume me and I used to daydream about the day I’d move to New York City and live a life of my own. I used to be what they’d call “driven” and with a “bright future”, but with each passing year everyone seemed to care less and less about what it was that I wanted or what I thought or what I needed.
By Blue Dream7 years ago in Humans
We Are All Human
The way that society functions as a whole today is on an entirely different level than any other previous generation that has graced this Earth. The things that humans can do in today's age is fascinating. The technology we have is almost unearthly at times. The access to food and water, to healthcare, to places once unreachable. Humans today have traveled to other celestial bodies. We have been able to accomplish amazing architectural feats. Human society on a physical level seems as superior as ever. However, like a coin, there is always another side to it.
By Sarah Montgomery8 years ago in Humans
Being Hispanic
In this day and age, it is sad to see people still having difficulty accepting different cultures. I am from Hispanic descent. My father and his family are from the Dominican Republic. My mother was born in New York, but her parents are also from the Dominican Republic. I was born in New York, but was raised there and in the Dominican Republic, so I was brought up speaking two different languages simultaneously, English and Spanish. My “native language” is both of them.
By Arianna Suárez8 years ago in Humans
Someday, Not Today
There is nothing left. We have lost and our existence will be mourned by those who have come to love us. The rain comes down to wash away the fires, and to let us see clearly, that we no longer have a place in this small world we all desire to possess.
By Alexa Mendoza8 years ago in Humans
Why We Introvert Shame and Why We Should Stop
The narrative on introverts has been pretty much the same since the dawn of the phrase. They’re quiet. Lonely. Not outgoing. Often “too nice,” they don’t speak up for themselves. They don’t like people, and a host of other fallacies.
By Sebastien Lacasse8 years ago in Humans
Forgiveness
I forgive you. You lied to me and to everyone else but you just wanted to seem more interesting didn't you? You were a scared child and you were trying to hide the things going on at home. You didn't want anyone to know what was happening—they would have taken you away from your mother. You'd heard horrible things about the adoption process and the foster care system, and you KNEW no one would want someone your age, or your brother's age. What about your brother? You'd be separated. What if he had an asthma attack with someone who didn't know about his needs? He could die.
By Kayleigh Lynne8 years ago in Humans
Yes, I’m Mixed, Yes, You Can Stop Mentioning It
Okay, short rant. This wouldn’t be a big deal if it didn’t come up so often. Why does it come up so often? Well, it’s kind of written... on my skin. Somehow, people think that my being mixed means they can say whatever they want. As if I’m in some undefined race purgatory that exempts me from being offended.
By Sebastien Lacasse8 years ago in Humans
HELIOS
She was always warm, and you could feel her light on your skin every time she walked into the room. She blinded people with her radiance and took them aback with her brilliance and there will never be a person as perfect as her, not now, not ever. Because if we were all stars then she was the fucking galaxy, everything was dark without her and once she's gone, you realize that you don't know what you're supposed to do with yourself. She was a Saint but she left too soon. Suddenly the quiet was deafening and you couldn't focus on anything but the emptiness that now resonated in your entire being at the fact that she was gone.
By Valerie Duvall8 years ago in Humans
My Outlook
See, I know people who suffer, daily. It's hard for them to keep going, I think people need to be aware of this. Everyone hides behind a screen or just pure gossip knowing it will never get back to that person. we all know the truth, it hurts. So we just don't admit it, we know people judge us too. It is like a cloud that hangs over everyone. We all just ignore it until it gets worse and worse to the point that we don't see the point in life.
By Caitlin hancock8 years ago in Humans
