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Celebrities and other motivational icons who made it to the top, from real actors, athletes and authors who used to be just like you.
The End of the Internet (As a Human Space)
Since its launch, the Internet has been a place where people talked to people. Platforms like Reddit captured that early promise particularly well. Long before creator economies and algorithmic feeds dominated attention, Reddit worked because people shared unfiltered thoughts, imperfect opinions, half-formed ideas, and harsh reactions. It was uneven, sometimes chaotic, often wrong, but very human.
By Andrea Zanona day ago in Motivation
I Entered the New Year With Unfinished Duas
The Night Between Two Years The world celebrated loudly that night. Fireworks cracked the sky open, laughter spilled from windows, and countdowns echoed through glowing screens. But in my room, the only sound was silence—heavy, patient, and familiar.
By Saqib Ullaha day ago in Motivation
Can A Lifestyle Be A Hobby Of Sorts
When we look at our life and the lifestyle we are living, can it be a hobby of sorts, or do we even think that it can be? Is that something that goes through our heads or do we just know that the lifestyle we have is made up of hobbies because that is what it is supposed to be? Could your life be a hobby of sorts, if that is what you want it to be? If so, how could that be something for you and the way that you live your life? Is it all about the things that you do and how you get the things you have to do in life done, yet relax at the same time. Do you think of it that way or do you think of it in another way, as though the things you do in your life are just things and hobbies are ways to relax in life? Think about that, and what comes to mind. Probably a number of different things. Which is why everyone’s idea of lifestyles and hobbies can be different things, so yes that means a lifestyle can be a hobby of sorts if that is what a person wants it to be.
By Louise Barraco3 days ago in Motivation
The Weight of White
Arthur sat in the cold, a can of flat beer sweating in his grip. The workshop air was thick with the ghost of sawdust and the acrid tang of burnt ambition. It was well past midnight. Outside, the world was muffling itself under a heavy, relentless fall of snow. He hadn’t turned on the heater, couldn't justify the electric bill. His breath plumed in the dim light cast by a single bare bulb hanging over his workbench, illuminating nothing but the stacked failures: unfinished cuts of oak, a half-sanded pew leg, a ledger filled with red ink.
By HAADI6 days ago in Motivation
The Ink-Stained Ledger
The diner air hung thick, a greasy shroud of burnt coffee and yesterday’s bacon. Leo traced a finger through the dust on the counter, the fluorescent lights humming a low, miserable tune above him. Another Friday night, another handful of regulars, another stack of bills that felt heavier than the griddle itself. Mama’s Diner. Her legacy. His burden. He wiped his hands on his apron, the cloth already stiff with grime. He was tired, bone-deep tired, the kind of tired that seeped into your marrow and made every breath feel like a chore.
By HAADI7 days ago in Motivation
