Stream of Consciousness

Why Crowds Watch and Never Help. AI-Generated.
It was a perfect Tuesday afternoon, the kind where the sun feels like a gift. The downtown square was bustling with people on lunch breaks, tourists consulting maps, and students lounging on the steps of the old courthouse. In the midst of this, an elderly man, Mr. Evans, was walking his small, terrier mix when he suddenly stumbled. His leg buckled, and he fell hard onto the pavement, letting out a sharp cry as his head snapped back. The little dog yelped and strained at its leash.
By The 9x Fawdi3 months ago in Humans
A Blink of the Past
I stare into the dog’s single remaining eye and long for the past. Thea used to have the most beautiful ice-blue eyes — eyes that conveyed more expression than I’d ever thought possible in a dog: joy, spunk, peace, audacity… eyes that could tell me almost exactly what she was thinking at a given moment. A tumor stole half of that away last summer. And yet, Thea is still more herself than I have been in the last four years. Full of life and expression. Full of trust.
By A. Hamilton3 months ago in Humans
Love Taught Me What Self-Worth Really Means: A Journey Through Heartbreak and Healing
There was a time when I thought love meant giving everything I had my time, my patience, even my peace just to make someone else stay. I believed love was sacrifice, that losing myself was proof of how deeply I cared.
By Zeenat Chauhan3 months ago in Humans
The Corridors Beyond the Mirror
The air flickers— not a theater, not an audience, just the soft hum of a bulb caught between life and death. Light ripples across an invisible floor.
By Atiqbuddy3 months ago in Humans
When Advice Felt Like Arrows: A Story of Dignity in Hard Times
Introduction: When Words Wound Instead of Heal It started with a well-meaning text from a friend: “You just need to stay positive. Everything happens for a reason.” I stared at the screen, exhausted, eyes swollen from a night of crying, and wondered—how can something meant to comfort feel so piercing?
By Shamshair Khan Hasan Zai3 months ago in Humans
The Healing Art of Travel: How Culture Reconnects Mind and Meaning
There’s something quietly magical about standing in a place where everything feels unfamiliar yet deeply human. The colors, the language, the air—it all reminds you that the world is wider and kinder than your daily routine lets you believe. Traveling isn’t only about adventure—it’s about awakening. The travel benefits for mental health go far beyond a break from reality; they help us remember who we are when the noise of everyday life fades away.
By Leigh Cala-or3 months ago in Humans
Same Upload for 8 Years – Futility Gone Fascination
In the endless stream of internet content, where new trends die in days and viral fame fades overnight, one page has done something astonishingly simple; and strangely powerful.
By Keramatullah Wardak3 months ago in Humans
You Were Made for This
We live in a world that constantly tries to define us by what we have, what we do, or what we look like. Expectations pile up, comparisons wear us down, and before long we forget who we really are. But God never called us to live by the world’s standards. He called us to live by His truth. You were created intentionally, designed for a purpose that no one else can fulfill. The same God who spoke galaxies into motion also spoke your name with love and purpose. No matter what season you are in, no matter what you have been through, God can and will use you right where you are.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast3 months ago in Humans
Friendship Boundaries: The Art of Choosing People Who Feel Like Home
In your 20s and 30s, friendships start to shift in quiet but powerful ways. You realize it’s not about who’s been around the longest, but who makes you feel seen, respected, and safe. This piece explores the five green flags and five red flags that reveal whether a friendship nourishes your energy—or drains it—and how setting boundaries can change the way you connect for good.
By Leigh Cala-or3 months ago in Humans
THE ART OF LEAVING
That morning I wrote to him — the man with whom I’d spent too long confusing work with closeness, authority with care, friendship with duty — and said: “I won’t come. Not anymore.”
By Ula Mano3 months ago in Humans
Small Victories
I went to Michael's yesterday. It was the first time in a long time where I went and did something I actually enjoy. I stopped counting how many times I picked up a pencil to draw and came up blank, or how many times I woke up in the middle of the night feeling like I slept but not being satisfied - or worse; knowing I didn't sleep and feeling satisfied by that. I don't know how long I've been laying here tonight, contimplating going back to sleep, or staying up to watch the sun rise while it's still in me to look for the glory of the new day, it all just feels so mind-numbingly dull and insufficient.
By Parsley Rose 3 months ago in Humans
The sliding doors . Content Warning.
The Sliding Doors I still remember, even now, standing before the sliding glass doors at my school entrance when I was thirteen. I watched them open and close repeatedly, my eyes flicking between the motion sensor and the camera above, waiting for someone to walk through. My thoughts had a strange coldness, a detached sense of watching and planning.
By Donna K3 months ago in Humans