humanity
The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.
Why We Watch the Fall
I’ve never worn gloves. But I’ve stood in my own ring. It was a rainy Tuesday in March. I sat across from a hiring panel, my résumé trembling in my hand, reciting answers I’d rehearsed for weeks. I’d been unemployed for eight months. My savings were gone. That job wasn’t just a paycheck—it was my lifeline. When they said, “We’ll be in touch,” I knew. The silence that followed wasn’t neutral. It was final.
By KAMRAN AHMAD10 days ago in Journal
The Boy Who Didn’t Look Away
I was seventeen the first time I saw someone truly lose—and not just lose, but lose in front of everyone. It was a school assembly. A poetry contest. My friend Mateo had spent weeks writing a piece about his mother’s hands—how they cracked from cleaning other people’s houses, how they still braided his little sister’s hair every morning before dawn. He stood at the mic, voice trembling at first, then rising like a song. For three minutes, the gym was silent. Then he finished. And no one clapped.
By KAMRAN AHMAD10 days ago in Journal
The Night Football Felt Like Church
I’d never been to Lambeau Field. I wasn’t a diehard fan. I didn’t own a jersey. I couldn’t name the starting quarterback. But when my brother called in late November—voice hoarse from crying—he didn’t ask for advice. He just said, “Come with me to the game. I can’t go alone.”
By KAMRAN AHMAD10 days ago in Journal
The Year I Watched the Light Fall
I didn’t plan to watch the countdown that year. 2025 had worn me thin—layoffs, loss, the kind of loneliness that makes even your own voice feel like a stranger. By December, I’d stopped believing in fresh starts. New Year’s Eve felt like a cruel joke: a world celebrating while I was just trying to survive the night.
By KAMRAN AHMAD10 days ago in Journal
The Night I Learned to Hope Again
I never believed in New Year’s Eve. For years, I called it a corporate fantasy—a glittery distraction sold to people who needed to believe time could be reset like a clock. I rolled my eyes at the countdowns, the fireworks, the forced resolutions. Hope, I thought, wasn’t something you found on a screen. It was something you earned in silence, alone.
By KAMRAN AHMAD10 days ago in Journal
My Choices Reflect My Hopes, Not My Fears
Almost two years ago — though it feels like a lifetime — I created a vision board. It wasn’t a half-hearted exercise. It was intentional, deliberate, and deeply considered. What’s striking is that the images and ideas I chose then still represent my vision today.
By Jonaki Saarisivu10 days ago in Journal
To the One Who Sees Beauty in Healing.
The world often focuses on the broken, the fractured, the damaged. We are inundated with images of perfection, of unattainable ideals, and the relentless pursuit of a flawless existence. But what about the beauty inherent in the process of becoming whole again? What about the strength and resilience that blooms in the face of adversity, the quiet grace that accompanies the journey of healing? This is an ode to you, the one who sees beauty in healing.
By Wilson Igbasi10 days ago in Journal
New Year Countdown 2026
Introduction I’ve never been to Times Square on New Year’s Eve. I’ve never stood in the cold, shoulder-to-shoulder with strangers, breath visible in the winter air. But for as long as I can remember, I’ve been there in spirit—on my couch, wrapped in a blanket, eyes fixed on a glowing orb descending through the New York night.
By KAMRAN AHMAD10 days ago in Journal
Post-Traumatic Growth
Mental health and well-being are terms I knew but didn’t fully embrace until my own mental health was impacted. With hindsight, I realize now that my wake-up call came as early as 2016. Instead of becoming aware and heeding the signals, I continued to carry on and muddle my way through to the point that I hit the wall’-or rather, I went through the wall four years later in 2020. I had all the signs of severe burnout: physical and mental exhaustion, insomnia, brain fog, feelings of emptiness, and little to no motivation.
By Jonaki Saarisivu11 days ago in Journal
Happy New Year to the World
Introduction As the clock winds down on 2025, a quiet miracle unfolds: nearly 8 billion people, across 195 countries, pause to honor the same moment. From Sydney’s harbor to New York’s Times Square, from Lagos streets to Reykjavik homes, the world unites—not in language or politics, but in hope.
By KAMRAN AHMAD11 days ago in Journal
Advance Happy New Year 2026
Introduction Even before the final days of 2025 arrive, hearts are already turning toward New Year’s Eve 2025—the threshold to 2026. Across continents, cultures, and time zones, people are sending early wishes: “Advance Happy New Year!”—not out of haste, but out of deep longing for peace, healing, and fresh beginnings.
By KAMRAN AHMAD11 days ago in Journal
