Stream of Consciousness
Confusion and Clarity
When we make an attempt to cross the threshold of where we are right now and move into other experiences, a few things get mixed up. If you do not develop the necessary discrimination and balance within yourself, handling this mix-up can lead to lots of confusion. It is good if you are confused. It means you are constantly stepping into new territory. If you live with the familiar forever, there will be certainty but there will be no progress.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Humans
"REACTION STIMULUS". Content Warning.
I had a massive awakening this week. Since yesterday was Labor Day September 2, 2024, that’d be an astonishing sight to look at. I will be 75 on September 18. This is a time to celebrate this milestone in my life.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Humans
Navya Naveli Nanda's Achievement: A Mirror to Society's Gender Bias
Navya Naveli Nanda's Achievement: A Mirror to Society's Gender Bias Prejudice and discrimination based on gender persist because gender stereotypes are reinforced through a variety of channels, such as the media, socialization, education, and leisure activities. In addition to highlighting the pervasive prejudices that society still harbours against women, this article criticizes how modern society readily criticizes women who hold comparable success and power but ignore the accomplishments of powerful men. It focuses on Navya Nanda's experiences with online criticism regarding her achievements because of gender bias and examines different aspects of gender stereotyping and its effects on women's career advancement.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Humans
5 o' clock . Content Warning.
It was autumn, the leaves of the huge trees in the square were coloured in the different warm colours, it was quite cold, there was a little stand that sold hot coffee, and there were people in the square. She and the creature sit on a poorly painted bench.
By Penny Pradaabout a year ago in Humans
A Moment of Crisis at RYLA
The week-long leadership training organized by the Rotary Youth Leadership Academy (RYLA) was supposed to be one of the most exciting experiences of my life. I was 19 years old, eager to learn, and thrilled to be surrounded by like-minded young leaders from all over the country. We were 18 girls sharing a large hall, each with our own stories and dreams. Despite the packed schedule, we quickly bonded, our late-night talks often veering from leadership strategies to our personal hopes and fears.
By Morufat Olopade about a year ago in Humans
Sometimes I Just Feel Like Giving Up
Man, I need a miracle. It feels like life has me down by 33 points in the 4th quarter and I have no freaking clue on how or if I can get back in the game. My apologies on the lame ass sports analogy but lately, I’ve just been so down in the dumps that I’m barely making it through the day.
By Digital_FootPrint1212about a year ago in Humans
Where the Mind is Without Fear
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high, Where knowledge is free. These opening lines are a powerful invocation for a world where courage and dignity reign. A place where people stand tall, unburdened by fear or oppression, and where knowledge is not a privilege but a universal right. Imagine a society where every person is free to think, learn, and grow without the constraints of ignorance or coercion. A society where education is not a luxury for the few, but a birthright for all.
By cathynli namuliabout a year ago in Humans
The Heart Still Remembers
Today, the morning light pours in through the windows, casting a bright glow across the room. The sun shines with a quiet brilliance, yet the air remains cold and still, almost haunting in its calmness. I try to embrace the serenity surrounding me, to align my thoughts with the peacefulness of the morning, but inside, there is a knot—a tightness in my chest that I can't shake. It clings to me, a shadow that won't disperse, much like the weight of grief that settles after losing someone dear, or the hollow ache that settles in when you realize their presence has slipped away into mere memory.
By Don-Oliver Nchetaomachiabout a year ago in Humans
A Glimpse of Kindness
It was another hot day in one of Southeast Asia’s busiest cities. The streets were alive with activity, as usual, with the air thick from the smell of street food and the constant noise of honking cars. The city was always in motion, with people everywhere, moving from one place to another in a hurry. Among the most crowded places were the local buses, which were packed almost to bursting every day. It was a common sight in this part of the world—buses so full that some people had to hang onto the doors, while others stood tightly packed in the aisles, their bodies swaying with the bus as it made its way through the congested streets.
By Ahmed Riasatabout a year ago in Humans
Threads That Tie Us Together
AnnaJean used to work at the French Fry Factory in Century III Mall in West Mifflin, PA. The food-court tables always had folks chowing down on the yummy fries. It didn’t hurt that they gave mall employees a nice discount, either.
By Judey Kalchik about a year ago in Humans
