People ask you, “what’s wrong”? And you respond that you’re “just tired”. You wonder are you really tired? Or is something else on you’re mind? Stress builds as we sink. The first place we sink is into our beds because “we’re tired”. We are tired. Everyone is. We may not know what particular thing is making somebody tired, but it’s not always physical tiredness. Sometimes it’s emotional and we’re too tired to explain why we’re tired. This is why we must show kindness to all people. We don’t know what they are tired from. We can relate as we are also tired. Call a friend and lay in bed and be tired together. It could be the thing that wakes you both up a little bit.
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Cheyenne gavranovic
My name is Cheyenne Gavranovic. I am a self published author. I love to write. I may not write as good as others but I am learning to write better everyday. I hope you all enjoy the words I have to say. Thank you for the support.
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When vintage was cool
Remember the days when you didn’t need a phone to get a date? Television didn’t matter because there were millions of books to read. A woman didn’t need her cleavage showing to get a man’s attention. All she needed to do was respect herself and be kind. There was no provocative dancing and disrespectful words spoken in every sentence. Men opened the car door and brought flowers just because he felt like it. Having a picnic at the park with you’re family and having fun wasn’t unusual. Long lasting marriages didn’t suprise people. These were the days of respect and good people. The older generations have experienced life so differently than we have. They didn’t have screens in they’re face at all times. Nobody was taking a million pictures at every event because they didn’t need to. A picture could never capture the emotions they felt in that moment. They lived for the moment itself and remembered it without needing to capture it on a phone. Kids could play outside and nobody batted an eye about it because it was normal. We fought with hands instead of weapons. People didn’t want to deliberately hurt others around them just for fun and games. I may not have been born when things were this way, but I wish I had a Time Machine. I wish I could go back and experience one day of that life. A life I could be proud of. A generation of human beings I could be proud of. These were the days that history was made because it will never be the same, and that breaks my heart. everything was so simple. Happiness didn’t come from pills and alcohol. It came from living a full life and having conversation with the people you love in person. Everybody today is so restricted to they’re cell phones. Do people remember when you had to read the news on a sheet of paper? everybody is so consumed with screens. Maybe one day everybody will just look up for once. Maybe then the world can start to look up as well.
By Cheyenne gavranovic 3 years ago in Poets
Autonomy Is The Real Privilege
Good morning, freedom-seekers! Today we’re gonna be looking at autonomy. A strange word, I know; one many would probably look at blankly and run away from on sight. We’re gonna figure out what it actually means, consider how it’s achieved, and decipher just how deeply most of us are tangled up in dependence without realising it.
By That ‘Freedom’ Guy6 days ago in Humans
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Your words paint a vivid picture of the darkness you're feeling, but they also offer a glimmer of hope. Your poetry is a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there is beauty to be found."