humanity

For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.

Home
"Home is where the heart is." That was the only lesson I ever retained from my years at Blue Lake Fine Arts Camp. Our instructors were telling us about Chopin, who had grown up in Warsaw but moved to Paris. When he died, his body was buried in Paris, but his heart was buried in Warsaw. I don't know if that fact is true, it's been so long since I last heard it and there's always conflicting information and facts, but that was the only thing I ever remembered from theory class.
By Aven Jensen8 years ago in Humans
The Venom in Me
We’ve barely dipped our toes into the freezing ocean that is 2018. And yet I’ve already encountered a plethora of ridiculous, toxic relationships. So I’ve decided, in my eccentric and dramatic fashion, to write about it.
By something wilde8 years ago in Humans
Why
Why is human kind so mean to one another? Are we so fragile of a species that we feel the need to tear down those who think, look, or act different? In America we have become so divided that at a holiday get together families are name calling and arguing over their political views. Yes, politics are important. It is important to be heard and to stand up for what you believe in. However, it is not needed to constantly bash others for their different views. I'm almost completely opposite of my family when it comes to what I believe or feel, not just politically, but religious views and sometimes straight moral views are different.
By Rachel B8 years ago in Humans
In the Blink of an Eye
In the Blink of an Eye. The worst part was how wonderfully the day had started and how great the rest of the day was supposed to be. The whole day had been planned out. It was a beautiful, sunny Wednesday during winter break, and I had plans with my boyfriend, best friend and her boyfriend. Austin, Krissy, Bert and I wanted to have a “couples day.” We went swimming in the morning, then planned to go eat lunch at Taco John's before we went ice skating.
By Jasmine Lass8 years ago in Humans
Who Are You, Really?
Every day we are confronted with labels that are meant to identify us, putting us into categories of acceptance for peer groups, job applications, family recognition, and social status.
By Lisa Mowery8 years ago in Humans
Complete the Story Series: Ocean Breathes Softly
The Beginning: I didn’t expect to see her, not on this night, not at this party. She normally went out of her way to avoid parties. When we first met...
By Delilah Jayde8 years ago in Humans
Looking Through My Eyes
I have always said that I wouldn't let people get too close. I have always promised myself that, "No, this person isn't right...I won't let them in." Then, what do I do? I open up. I let that person in. I let that person see more than just my mask. I get vulnerable. I let my guard down.
By Nikki Dixon8 years ago in Humans
Loneliness
Loneliness. A word that often gets thrown around, or used for dark humour. I mean, I have pretty dark humour, so I have nothing against it. I'd like to think that it is a coping mechanism to be honest. And I'm proud of it.
By Lori Mamo8 years ago in Humans
A Day in the Life on Jost van Dyke
'Rock bottom became the solid foundation on which we rebuild our life again.' Looking back, some of my fondest memories have been in the British Virgin Islands at Soggy Dollar Bar in White Bay. Sitting underneath the big palm trees in a hammock staring out at the clear, blue Caribbean Sea while enjoying a 'Nilla Killa. Yesterday wasn't one of those days; it was different. I have grown close to many in the Jost community over the past seven years as their close-by neighbor in St. Thomas. It's easy to get to know 1/3 of the island when there is only a population of 300 people.
By Alexandra Smyth8 years ago in Humans
For Granted
I suppose there comes a time where you take things for granted. Perhaps become ungrateful. That is not to say things were great to start with, but they could have been worse.
By B. Anonymous8 years ago in Humans
I'm in Love With an Addict
It all started 8 years ago. I was working at a gas station in a small town one over from mine. I moved there from mine so that I could build the store back up on its feet again. My second morning there, in walked this guy. Dark hair, deep yet bright blue eyes, and a smile that could make anyone freeze in their tracks... Then melt where they stood. He got a pop and came up and said hello. In my mind I just KNEW I wanted him in my world. So I said hello back and rang him up. We made small talk like most cashiers and customers do, and then watched I him as he left. After that it was routine with us. He came in every morning. Got a drink and chatted a moment then left. A few months later I had the store in order and went back to my own. Completely sad that I would never see Blue Eyes again...
By kayla curl8 years ago in Humans
Sex Roles #1: You Are a Straight Male. You Are a Hugger.
This article will be the first of a series. Let me speak for myself only. I’ll be the baseline for this one. I’m a hugger. I wrap my wife in my arms and tell her I love her whenever the mood arises. She would have to be in a receptive mood, of course, but if she is ... watch out. I’m out for bear as I appreciate her more than I could ever express verbally. And I want her to know.
By Joel Eisenberg8 years ago in Humans