humanity
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A Black Book Lightly
It was becoming glaringly obvious that Adam was lost. A looming black sky stretched out into forever above. Below, the black crystalline terrain faintly glowed exposing thin channels and ridges running in every direction. Together, the land and sky drew a horizon of jagged peaks and plummeting valleys. A crunch beneath his boot sent fragments of the brittle rock skittering across the surface. He came to a halt. The last thing he remembered was opening his backpack, but he no longer remembered when that was. "Where am I?" he called out apprehensively.
By Greg Emswiler5 years ago in Psyche
Lady Luck's Game of Karma
Have you ever played cards? It could be on a friendly Saturday afternoon with a close knit group or strangers that sat down to the table for the first time together. Maybe you played with your parents on quiet nights around a table that was a bit too tall for you? Perhaps you were hiding from the world in a corner casino table hoping to get the perfect hand? Regardless of where or what game was played, there is one unifying factor; we all have had a moment of hope on the next hand dealt that we are going to win. There is a peculiar feeling on winning something that has much chance involved. Why do we feel that rush? Could it be the adrenaline pumping as we see “lady luck” finally greets all of our misery, turmoil, and troubles are recognized and we deserve a brief reprieve? The chances of “lady luck” acknowledging you is the same for you as it is for every person sitting at that table. While some hope for their dance with “lady luck” others admits exactly what is already happening and grasp the opportunity. At the same table there are those who don’t concede exactly what is already happening and are waiting for “lady lucks” arrival. So, in this example which are you?
By Anthony Pilla5 years ago in Psyche
Carved in the Stars
I like the idea of self-determination— that I alone carry the power to form my human destiny. I balk at the idea of fate, or the thought that my personality might have somehow been shaped by something as simple as the month in which I was born. I cherish the idea of making my own way, of carving the story of my life into stone— chip by chip.
By Lydia Jones5 years ago in Psyche
Profile of a Young Black Creator & Mental Health Advocate. Top Story - March 2021.
When I was graduating from high school, my older sister told me that college is the place where I'll make my lifelong friends. I prayed then that she was correct because I couldn't imagine getting through such a big change in my life without good friends by my side. I've come to realize that my sister was right because throughout my college journey, I made a few friends who I can definitely see being there for the biggest moments in my life. In my freshman year of college, I met an unassuming but incredibly creative young man named Raymond Campbell III and since then he's been a friend that I know I can always call on and he's doing great things in his life.
By C.R. Hughes5 years ago in Psyche
Trials with Mental Illness, Whacky life#1
Sorry guys I have no one in RL that I feel like I can ask or talk to about this stuff due to the stigma of the old saying "just pull yourself up by your bootstraps" and nobody wants to hear a sob story but here is how my life has been going since a car crash in 2010.
By Cody Sarvinski5 years ago in Psyche
Putz
Mr. Lebowitz sits contently in a train car. He wears a pince-nez on his nose which is always buried in a crossword puzzle, as it is at the moment. He folds his paper to the side and starts setting out an assortment of little tupperwares just so. When he is satisfied with this arrangement, he dips a baby carrot into some hummus. With a relishing crunch, he closes his eyes and at this moment all is right in his world.
By Fiona Walkington5 years ago in Psyche
The Dancing Girl
This morning I danced again. For the first time in a year, I let my feet carry me across the pavement. I tilted my head towards the sun, letting the warmth breathe life back into my body and I spun, twisted, and turned—my feet and arms seeming to make movements of their own accord. The feeling felt so familiar, like coming home after being away for a long time. I leapt towards the sky, my body moving in time with the wind. After months of letting the harshness of the world drown me in such sorrow and despair, dancing on this pavement felt like coming up for air.
By Samaria Becker5 years ago in Psyche
