Holiday
The Shard-Feathered Goose
Silas Thorne’s hands, gnarled as mangrove roots, traced the faded charts. Salt spray had long since bled the color from the paper, but the deep trench marked ‘Hades’ remained a dark, unwavering scar across the blue. Years, decades really, he’d spent chasing whispers, half-baked legends of a city of crystal, sunk off the coast of whatever forgotten island. Every dime, every friend, every shred of his reputation had gone into this mad pursuit. His wife, bless her weary soul, finally just packed a bag one morning, leaving a note that read, 'Some things aren't meant to be found, Silas. You'll only lose yourself trying.' She was right, mostly. He’d lost a lot, but not himself. Not yet.
By HAADIabout a month ago in Motivation
The Weight of Ink and Dust
The air in the Scriptoria Wing tasted like old paper and forgotten breaths. Elara knew it intimately, the grit of it on her tongue, the way it settled in her hair even after a shower. Three years, she'd spent here, and the last six months felt like she'd been pulling a boulder up a greased hill with a frayed shoelace. Her dissertation, 'The Socio-Economic Impact of Late Republican Grain Laws,' sat open on the oak table, a monument to blankness more than anything else.
By HAADIabout a month ago in Motivation
One More Step Forward
At fourteen, most boys worry about school, video games, or weekend plans. But for Will Roberts, the past year has been defined by hospital rooms, whispered conversations between doctors, and long nights where sleep refused to come. His world changed the moment he heard the word no child should ever have to face—cancer.
By Izhar Ullahabout a month ago in Motivation
The Moment That Changes Everything:Why Ordinary People Rise the Highest When Life Breaks Them First. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Introduction: The Day Everything Falls Apart There is a specific kind of day most people never talk about. A day when you wake up and feel something is off.
By Chilam Wongabout a month ago in Motivation
The Moonlit Reckoning
The city breathed a muted sigh, settling into its night rhythm. Elara stood by her window, a thin, bony silhouette against the urban glow, waiting. Not for a call, not for a visitor, but for the moon. It always came, a sliver first, then a generous disc, cutting through the grime on her third-story pane, laying a pale, silver sheet across the worn floorboards of her small studio apartment. She watched it, like a trapped animal watches a crack in its cage, waiting for the guard to turn away, waiting for her moment.
By HAADIabout a month ago in Motivation
Small Habits with Intention - Winter Rituals to Close the Year
The air cools, daylight decreases, and the world's commotion softens to a murmur. December arrives with a quiet invitation - pause, reflect within, and choose what matters. This article explores how small, meaningful rituals can provide space for gratitude, creativity, and emotional growth.
By José Juan Gutierrez about a month ago in Motivation
