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All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
How I’m Breaking Intergenerational Trauma as an Asian American
When I was 5 years old, my mom caught me in a small lie. It’s unfortunately true — I threw away a bologna sandwich despite saying that I had finished it. Later that day, she told me that she saw it in our trash and that I shouldn’t lie because lying indicates fear, and I should never admit that I’m scared of anyone.
By jude odeke2 years ago in Humans
How to girl fall in love with me: Unlocking the Secrets
In today's digital age, the quest for love and connection has evolved alongside advancements in technology. As a psychologist specializing in dating advice, my aim is to provide clear and concise guidance for individuals navigating the complexities of romantic relationships.
By Michael B Norris (swagNextTuber)2 years ago in Humans
THE PAYCHECK OF INTEGRITY
Title: The Paychecks of Integrity: Beyond Financial Gain In a world often driven by financial success and material gain, integrity stands as a beacon of moral fortitude. While monetary compensation is undoubtedly vital for sustenance and progress, the currency of integrity transcends mere numbers on a paycheck. It encompasses honesty, trustworthiness, and adherence to moral principles, shaping individuals and societies in profound ways.
By Happy Thompson 2 years ago in Humans
Navigating Unresolved Love: Steps to Finding Closure
A Guide to Moving On When You Can’t Let Go of Someone Guidance for Dealing with Unresolved Feelings In the world of relationships, few things are as complicated as holding onto feelings that haven’t been resolved. When we care deeply for someone but things get mixed up in misunderstandings and things we don’t say, it can leave us feeling stuck in a whirlwind of emotions. These moments are tough because we want to keep holding on, but we also know it might be time to move on.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Humans
It was like a dream
I woke up that morning, and on stretching my hand to my left my eyes still closed at least to wake her up but the only thing I could reach for was the sheets. I quickly opened my eyes just to confirm that I was still not dreaming, but she actually wasn’t there. I then assumed she was at the wash room and began to call out to her, Babe! Babe! No answer, Maggie! again no one answered. Slowly I woke up and headed to the bathroom but she was not there but then I thought she was at the living room but wait! she never wakes up that early infact I am the one who serves breakfast on weekends. Maggie loves sleeping and usually complains that waking up early to go to work makes her sick, so weekends are usually her days to sleep in. I checked her closet but I only found 2pair of shoes and a black velvet dress which I loved, as it was actually my favorite. Whenever she wore it she always looked ten times more beautiful and that made me fall in love with her over and over again reason being I bought it with my own money , my money! as a gift for her on her birthday. As I went downstairs to look for her since she wasn’t responding my phone rang and I hurriedly received it without even knowing the caller, “You killed her, you killed her you idiot”, “sorry? Killed who?!” I was in shock as it was Maggie’s mother and I knew for a fact that she never liked me as she always said I married her daughter to squander her money. Maggie was well established, strong, independent and hardworking woman. For me, I never had a stable job actually I was unemployed but Maggie took me in and accepted my situation and loved me for who I was. I know as a man a lady taking you in is a sign of weakness and the society terms it as being LAMBISTIC. Despite getting negative comments from people I never fell for any, “achana na uyu dem bro si ligi yako” that’s what Kevo a friend of mine used to tell me. Maggie and I had a bond not a chemical one like the covalent or ionic bond this was different a humanic one should I say a ‘James bond’ kind of bond. I felt whole with Maggie. I checked the kitchen, guest house, balcony but still no sign of her. ‘Kwani ameniacha’ I tried to call her but her phone was off and that is when I remembered what Kevo said ‘tafuta ligi yako’ I panicked and sat on the couch she was gone! I poured myself a glass of vodka and relaxed but something caught my attention, it was an envelope. I opened it. It was a death certificate and in it was Maggie’s name. Was I hallucinating?? No! I came back to my senses. I tend to forget a lot mostly after taking some shots of vodka my memory lapses or something? It then hit me that we had buried the love of my life the previous day at her birth place, Chikuti. Maggie had been diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer and had fought a good fight but lost to it. We spent every penny trying to cater for her well but nothing. It breaks my heart knowing that i will never see you again. Oooh i wish that I would also die and meet up with you in heaven. I keep on anticipating for your return as my heart is filled with the desire to delve into every corner of this world alongside you
By Brian Martins2 years ago in Humans
Open that door and walk through it
Sometimes my only relief when I feel anxious and unsure is to redirect my thoughts like a guillotine. As a woman, I never disregard my gut feelings but sometimes it needs to shut the hell up. I’ve lived a long time, I’ve failed at many things, and for most of it, it was self-inflicted with a spiral of negative thoughts that led to bad reactions. I choose to be confident, know my value, and find a positive outcome to all that worries me. Some may say it’s burying my head in the sand – No! I am going to master getting control, changing this day, and seeing how amazing I am.
By Kristen Viscardi2 years ago in Humans
Survival Tips That Will Get You Killed
I bet you can picture the horrifying day when you just want to enjoy the peaceful ocean, the sun caressing your skin, and the inspiring sound of waves blessing your ears. Moreover, in fraction of a second, an agonizing parting with your silence - a jellyfish sting!What now?At times like this, survival instinct comes to live its own entrance most of the time with what “the experience teaches” in form of advice. Nevertheless, can the reality of these stories compete with that of ‘make-believe’?
By Amine Oubih2 years ago in Humans
Checking The List
I am what you would call a hopeless romantic. Ask any of my friends, they’ll tell you. I grew up loving Jane Austin novels and their movie adaptations, and dreamed of my wedding - of course, I was going to wear a princess-style ball gown and probably a tiara.
By Janis Ross2 years ago in Humans
