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Interviews with lovers, fighters and the various professionals who deal with our dysfunction.

The Secret 80/20 Rule. AI-Generated.
The Myth of Balance: Achieving balance in life is something that gets emphasized on often, be it in terms of work-life balance, emotional balance, or a balanced diet. What if I were to say that success, in its fullest form, doesn’t stem from balance? What if becoming a leader and a warrior who manages to not just survive the storms of life but thrive in them can be done with an ancient principle that transforms everything around you?
By Olivia Chastity8 months ago in Humans
White Lies. Top Story - May 2025.
Last night, one of my girlfriends had asked me about how I view lies. I don't agree with lying, but I have lied before... so, I am not perfect. But, I try to avoid lies.
By The Schizophrenic Mom8 months ago in Humans
How AI and Social Media Are Quietly Taking Over Our Lives
Let’s be honest. How many times have you opened your phone just to check the time… and suddenly it's two hours later? You’ve watched 37 random videos, laughed at three memes, and now you feel strangely sad—or worse—completely empty.
By Wonder Waves8 months ago in Humans
My Father Was a Homeless Man—Until I Found Out the Truth…
I used to tell people my father was dead. It was easier than telling the truth: I didn’t know who he was. Growing up, my mother avoided the topic. Anytime I asked about my dad, she'd change the subject or say something like, "He’s not worth talking about."
By Ali8 months ago in Humans
All the Ways I've Come Back to Myself
I used to think self-love was loud. Bold affirmations. Big decisions. A spotless track record. But now, I understand it’s often quieter— a whisper of grace in the middle of the mess. A deep breath in the chaos. A pause before the spiral. What follows are ten quiet truths I’ve learned to love about who I am becoming.
By Carolina Borges8 months ago in Humans
The Haircut, the Heart, and Holding On
I never thought a haircut would make me cry. Not in the dramatic, just-got-dumped kind of way. Not even because it was botched. But because of who it was for, and what it meant.
By Ikram Ullah8 months ago in Humans
Ten Awesome Things About Yours Truly
This interesting challenge comes from Rick Henry Christopher! For this challenge, we have to write about ten things we appreciate about ourselves. Here goes everything!
By Jason Ray Morton 8 months ago in Humans
Scientists Find Molecule That Blocks Brain Cell Death in Alzheimer’s, Parkinson’s
Australian scientists have made a groundbreaking discovery in neurodegenerative disease research. By identifying a small molecule that blocks cell death, researchers from the Walter and Eliza Hall Institute may have found a potential treatment path for Parkinson's and Alzheimer's. The molecule targets the BAX protein, which damages mitochondria and causes neuron death. This research opens new possibilities for developing drugs that could slow or stop the progression of these challenging neurological conditions
By SANJIB DEY8 months ago in Humans
Life: A Journey of Meaning and Growth
Life: A Journey of Meaning and Growth Life is a remarkable journey, a tapestry woven with moments of joy, challenges, growth, and discovery. It is not a destination but a continuous process of evolving, learning, and finding meaning. While each person’s path is unique, there are universal principles that can guide us to live a fulfilling life.
By Syed Abdullah8 months ago in Humans
The Art of Happiness
In a quiet village nestled at the edge of the mountains, there lived an old man named Rahim. He was a painter, but not one whose name echoed in galleries or whose works fetched high prices. His art was simple—landscapes of the valley, portraits of villagers, scenes from the marketplace. What made Rahim known far and wide wasn’t the value of his paintings, but the serenity in his eyes and the warmth in his smile. People said he was the happiest man they had ever met. He lived alone In a small mud-brick cottage, surrounded by a garden of wildflowers. His clothes were worn, his meals were modest, yet he never seemed to want for more. Strangers often visited just to talk to him, to ask the question they all wondered: What’s your secret, Rahim? But Rahim would only smile and say, “Happiness isn’t a secret. It’s an art.” One summer, a young man from the city arrived. His name was Ali. Tall, well-dressed, and clearly used to a life of comfort, Ali looked out of place among the simple houses and slow pace of the village. His eyes were tired, and his shoulders carried invisible weight. He found Rahim painting beneath a tree near the village spring. “You’re Rahim, aren’t you?” he asked, slightly out of breath. Rahim looked up and nodded. “I’ve heard about you. They say you’re the happiest man in the region.” Rahim chuckled lightly. “I don’t know about that. But I try not to be unhappy.” Ali sat beside him. “I came from the city looking for peace. My life feels… hollow. I have a good job, money, friends, even followers online. But none of it makes me feel alive. Someone told me you could teach me something I’ve been missing—something about the art of happiness.” Rahim dipped his brush in paint and replied, “Then stay a few days. Not to learn, but to observe. Watch the world without rushing. Speak kindly. Walk slowly. And perhaps—paint.” Ali stayed. The first day, he followed Rahim to the village well. Rahim greeted every person he met by name, often asking about their children, their crops, their health. His presence was calm, and he never seemed in a hurry. Later, Rahim invited Ali to his home. It was small, neat, and filled with art—dozens of canvases stacked against the walls, each telling stories of ordinary moments. “Why paint such simple things?” Ali asked. “Don’t you want to paint something grand? Important?” Rahim smiled. “The simple things are what matter most. A mother’s smile. A child’s laughter. A quiet morning. Happiness lives there.” The next day, they visited the fields. Rahim walked barefoot in the grass, helping an old woman pick herbs. Ali stood aside, unsure of what to do. He had never picked anything in his life except his phone. Rahim handed him a small basket. “Try it. Feel the leaves. Smell the earth. This is life, Ali. And life, if touched gently, gives back joy.” Ali was puzzled, but he tried. As the hours passed, something in him shifted. The sun on his face, the roughness of the leaves, the laughter of the villagers—all felt real in a way nothing had in the city. By the third day, Rahim handed Ali a paintbrush. “I’ve never painted,” Ali protested. “That’s fine,” Rahim said. “It’s not about skill. It’s about seeing.” Ali dipped the brush and began. His lines were crooked, his colors uneven, but he didn’t stop. For the first time in years, his mind was quiet. Each evening, they sat by the fire. Rahim would tell stories—some humorous, some thoughtful. He spoke of loss without bitterness, of mistakes without shame. To Ali, this was strange. Back in the city, people hid their flaws behind filters and silence. “How are you so at peace?” Ali asked one night. Rahim looked at the stars. “Because I don’t fight life. I accept what comes, and I let go of what goes. Happiness isn’t about having the most. It’s about needing less, giving more, and being present.” Ali listened, truly listened. A week turned into ten days. Then two weeks. Ali no longer reached for his phone every hour. He no longer needed noise to feel alive. He helped villagers fix broken fences, watched the clouds drift across the sky, and painted scenes that, though imperfect, felt full of life. One morning, Ali said, “I think I understand now. Happiness is not a destination—it’s a way of being. A way of seeing.” Rahim nodded. “Yes. It’s an art. You don’t master it in a day. You practice it in small strokes, every moment, every choice.” Ali returned to the city, but he wasn’t the same. He left behind his high-paying job and opened a small art studio. Not to become rich, but to teach others what Rahim had taught him—not just how to paint, but how to slow down, how to appreciate, how to feel. And every morning, before the studio opened, Ali would sit quietly with a cup of tea, watching the sunrise, and whisper to himself: “This, too, is the art of happiness.”
By Sajid 8 months ago in Humans
7 Shocking Truths About Where Your Kinks Come From
Let’s just start with the truth: you didn’t wake up one day and choose your kinks. They didn’t just show up randomly either. The things you’re into? They’re signals. Clues. Messages from parts of your brain you don’t even know are working behind the scenes. And if you’ve ever wondered, “Wait… why does this turn me on and not that?”yeah, you’re not alone.
By Phong OG 8 months ago in Humans
The Love Renaissance: What Gen Z's Relationships Reveal About Modern Connection
Are Gen Zers sabotaging the true essence of romance or redefining it? Or they simply might be building something more intentional, resilient, and emotionally intelligent than any generation before. Once upon a time, romance came with rules. Handwritten letters, carefully curated phone calls, and silent nods of the elderly were the foundational stance of old-school love. But now, emojis, dating apps, and Instagram reels document love stories.
By Hridya Sharma8 months ago in Humans