humanity
The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.
13 Differences Between Successful and Unsuccessful People
This kind of article will check out 13 key dissimilarities between successful plus unsuccessful people. All of us will consider the routines and behaviors associated with both groups plus see what can make them stand away. If you are usually looking to turn out to be successful, it is very important to realize these distinctions plus from anyone who has accomplished success!
By Cosmin Child3 years ago in Journal
Why do we celebrate the independence day of India?
Why do we celebrate the independence day of India? The Indian Independence Day is celebrated on August 15 to commemorate India's freedom from British rule in 1947. After Independence, India became the world's largest democracy after the UK Parliament passed the Indian Independence Act in 1947, transferring legislative sovereignty to the Indian parliament.
By Ad Jewelry3 years ago in Journal
The 1000 Words. Top Story - July 2022.
Hardly anyone knows what I do; my field is uncommon, and the degree required can be lengthy depending on what type of role you want to pursue. Most times, even when I do disclose either my title or field, people still say, "huh??"
By Call Me Les3 years ago in Journal
Sunsets: How the sky portrays you
whenever people look up at the sky they see different shapes that the clouds form or sometimes when the sun begins to set it reminds me of cotton candy as it pears through the mountains. I love how the sky gives so much relief, to be quiet honest I never really payed much attention to the sky until you took your place up there. We’ve all lost someone who’s death just didn’t make sense to reality until you’ve sat outside crying to the sky asking “ why why why, just why, why take her please not her” and all you got in return was rain hitting the pavement while your thoughts continued to circulate as to why she left you without telling you goodbye. It’s been 4 weeks since you’ve left and it’s getting easier to tell people I’m okay when deep down there are still things I want to show you, to tell you, people I want you to meet and love but that’s all gone and talked into existence. I’m not okay I dislike the fact you’re never going to be there when I have kids, let alone be there when I get married it all cuts deep In my souls but we don’t talk about that. Whenever I’m outside and get the chance to look up at the sky I see you, your sweet little face looking down at me and in the back of my mind I hear “ I’m proud of you mijita” before I could look away tears stream down my face and I can feel your presence. I know you’ll never read this and I know I never got to properly say goodbye to you but just know I think about you almost everyday I pray to the sun gods to let me see you soon, I pray that you’re happier and that grandpa was waiting for you at the bridge. I thank you for teaching me to appreciate life especially the littlest of things. The sky started glowing with the vibrant blues and oranges, you make it so much more beautiful that I can stare at it for hours, mom hasn’t been the same since you left either I try to tell her that it’ll be okay but I know my words go in but don’t mean a thing to her, I took her on a mother:daughter day we painted out in the grass she painted two hearts one small the other big with the background pink and blue ( I would show y’all but it’s not mine to share) in the hearts were names, hers then my grandmothers. We all mourn differently she mourns in painting I mourn with writing, it may not make sense at the time but It’s what I’m feeling. I love the way writing helps people open up emotionally, mentally, spiritually if it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t have started this journey I wouldn’t have wanted to share what I can do to the world. You taught me to love life to travel whenever I could because you said “ the world is too big for a girl like you not to see!” You took apart of me with you the day you died but I also gained apart of myself because I know you wouldn’t want me depressed, here I am trying to see life for all the positivity it is but it’s hard grams it is so unbelievably hard when you feel like the world just keeps taking from you. The healing stage is taking so long it’s always a thousand steps backwards whenever I burst out in tears there’s too much emotions inside my bottled heart that I can’t contain it anymore but I will learn I promise even though you aren’t here physically I know you’re with me spiritually. I love you so much my sweet grams I know you’re at peace just don’t give up on me.
By Priscilla Gutierrez3 years ago in Journal
Hurt Soul
As a child I felt like I had the most loving and sweetest home, but as I grew up I realized it was very much far from that. Growing up I had a very drunk abusive father who would beat my mother, along with him being unfaithful throughout their relationship which affected me so very much. I was always a chubby little girl and nobody liked being my friends because of how I had a different shape. I tried my best to not mind it due to my innocence, that’s when I started writing and drawing to cope with the pain I had gained due to bullying. Fast forward going to middle school, where I would do anything to fit in I made a friend who is one of my best friends til this day, she wasn’t the most well behaved which rubbed on me. Towards the middle of the 6th grade year I started gaining hatred towards my parents because they wouldn’t let me go out because of me misbehaving, which at the moment I didn’t understand why. I started fighting and being so disrespectful because I was so beyond hurt due to my mother getting remarried and my father starting a new relationship with his girlfriend and her kids. I felt lonely because my parents would always be with their significant other and i’d be left home alone which would put me in the place to do nothing but stare at a wall in silence. I had moved on to 7th grade and got even WORST, never did any drugs or didn’t like boys which was my parents only rules as “strict” parents so I didn’t see anything wrong with my behavior at the time, I had over 165 suspensions by the time I got to the end of 7th grade and got expelled. I moved across town and had so many more friends because of me gaining popularity due to my act, I loved it so very much I was able to walk home with friends and just be free. I had two guy friends that I thought of them as brothers and they had “beef” (problems) with this one boy and they asked me to date him so I can set him up and them fight him..I do it because I owed them loyalty for all the things they have done for me, unfortunately I ended up catching deep deep feelings for that boy. He was so very unfaithful throughout our four month relationship, he pressured me to do a lot but not enough to the point where he would stay with me. We broke up and I was you can say “heartbroken” I decided to continue dating because I enjoyed the feeling of someone having to pay attention to me and “love” me, I started talking to so many guys and would get hurt left and right. The Covid-19 pandemic had happened around that time and I would talk to strangers online and since I wasn’t get any love or attention in person I got easily convinced and weak towards any one I would talk to. I was very lonley and that’s when I gained weight and got very very depressed. My family would always talk about my body and my features which made me beyond insecure and I hated myself, My mom had a baby and she started thinking her, her husband, and the baby were her only family and me and my siblings were very left out, which added to my hurt soul. I continued my life with huge insecurities and grudges towards my family, this is the story of a girl with a hurt soul.
By leah martinez3 years ago in Journal
The Loss of a Pet
Throughout the years I have been blessed with knowing a couple of the most beautiful souls to have graced this Earth. There is something special about a Dog. What it is and why they have the power they do, I am not sure. I do know that I am grateful that I was lucky enough to have them be a part of my life, no matter how short that time was. There are some souls that take a piece of us with them.
By Bryttnie Chaffin4 years ago in Journal
