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Emotional Dependence: A Silent Terror
Good morning and good night every day, immediate replies to messages, constant availability, responses to your every word, and delightful conversations. What might start as pleasant interactions can gradually lead to a profound realization: you're becoming dependent on this feeling. I call this emotional dependence.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing7 months ago in Poets
The Sun Is His Signature
Every morning, before the world stirs awake, a quiet miracle takes place. The sky blushes gently in hues of rose and gold, and then—without fail—the sun rises. It is a rhythm older than history, a light so familiar we forget to see it for what it truly is: a divine signature, inscribed across the heavens by the hand of Allah.
By MIne Story Nest7 months ago in Poets
Cindy, the CarSitter, is a Genius!
I just heard the most amazing thing on the News. Eureka and halelujah, I've waited over 50 years to get excited and rewarded for listening to the news anchors. Life can still surprise me and that is brilliantly satisfying. What was it, you ask? Oh, I'm sorry you missed it, but I will share. Yes, this morning on the news, the best news I've heard in too long. Cindy the Genius has solved a major problem with her incredibly sharp mind and entreprenuerial spirit. I'm almost envious at her genius, but I'm too happy and grateful for her idea to feel envy.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman7 months ago in Poets
A Lost Feeling Found
From that day on, I never contacted you again. I restored my original appearance, embracing independence and freedom. No dependence, no disturbance – it's like I'd never met you before. I know it would be a pity to give up, but there's no point in persisting in some things. Is it a must-have? Maybe losing would be easier.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing7 months ago in Poets
Was Our Shared Goodness the Truest Part of Us?
We were once good. The best part is that we were all once good in each other's eyes. I still remember how good you were to me. I also know that, at that time, we were all sincere. I don't plan to forget this feeling. Our incompatibility is real, but our sincerity and happiness are also real.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing7 months ago in Poets
