humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
This Author Has No Stories
My first piece of writing here feels driven by seeing the words, under my profile picture, 'this author has no stories'. I was taken aback but how sad that made me feel. Like a life not lived or wasted time. I had to quickly do something about it and start writing. In an attempt to show that I have had a life maybe? Or perhaps I don't enjoy stories untold. Untold stories hold a much more destructive and perverse power than told stories. I held onto untold stories for so long, I know how much damage they cause.
Sowing Seeds of Love
The picture above is courtesy of my wife who made this as a poster for an event we are planning in our town. Over the past 10 years, I've been working as an addiction and mental health counselor with a focus on helping people develop authentic spirituality and self-awareness. My work touches on a concept that is often talked about but thus far seldom practiced: learning to love ourselves and bringing our focus to cultivating a positive relationship with who we are, right now.
Michael ThielmannPublished 7 years ago in HumansEmbrace Your Inner Goddess
Every day we wake up and are faced with choices. Every choice that we make has an outcome. Life is a lot like, a choose your own adventure book. When we make a choice our life takes us in different directions. If we decide to not make a choice, that is a choice in its self. Not deciding has its own set of consequences, but I will go into that a little bit later, without getting too far ahead of myself.
Nicole (Nikki) M.Published 7 years ago in HumansDomestic Violence in a Same Sex Relationship
"What's the first thing that comes to your mind when I say domestic violence?". The popular answer I've heard is 'a man abusing his girlfriend or wife'. My life revolves around soap operas and when it comes to the topic of domestic violence I always remember watching a storyline of a man abusing his girlfriend or wife. Which is why I guess I used to think like that. Showcasing that on a show millions watch is fantastic as (unfortunately) a lot of people can relate and those experiencing domestic violence can reach out and get help.
Who Does Your Happiness Depend On?
It is 10th of June 2017, 11:41 am as I’m sat on my bed, with my laptop on my thighs. The duvet’s covering my feet so I’m not too cold even though the window’s open; I’m usually cold, although I like feeling the soft pre-afternoon breeze that comes in through the open window.
Nikola LodkowskaPublished 7 years ago in HumansThinking Back I - Bullies
Do you remember the time in primary school, secondary or even college? The time when you felt like every morning you have to go to a Big Brother's house where everyone will be looking at you, judging, waiting for you to slip so they could eliminate you? Where everything was a reason for someone to take a piss out of you. The way you dress, music you like, your grades being too low or too high. Being a girl, hanging out with mainly boys in secondary school made you a slut, and it didn't matter whether you slept with every single one of them or were a virgin, you were still a slut. Being a boy and hanging out with girls either made a sex god or a wuss, it all depended on what other "sins" you've committed, gods forbid you had great grades and read a lot of books. Everything seemed to be a reason to spread rumours, call you names, laugh at you, shun you and even if you did do something great nobody ever cared.
Veronica HunterPublished 7 years ago in HumansMy Mentally Ill Ex
I seem to be a magnet for the worst of the worst when it comes to men. Every single relationship I have ever had has ended badly due to the abusive behavior of the man I'm dating at the time.
Phoenix CobainPublished 7 years ago in HumansPlato's Cavedwellers
PLATO'S MYTH OF THE CAVE In this story, the cave is underground. A functioning community lived within this underground dwelling.
pamela jonesPublished 7 years ago in HumansLast Chance for a Slow Dance
They slipped away one by one as they town slept. The weak shadows cast by the glow of digital clocks were almost invisible as they first flexed and stretched, straining to reach a wall or the leg of a dresser. The deeper, more defined shadows created by the lights lining the streets of Pine Grove twisted away from their owners easily, almost rising from the floor as the dashed down stairs and along empty hallways.
Shae DavidsonPublished 7 years ago in HumansDays with Fleas in My Ears
We had a peculiar neighbour. When I say peculiar, it goes to such an extent where I used to run away from his peculiarity of sustained high-pitched tone of whining. He has something or the other always to clutch at. Either it is about the other neighbour's black cat every morning he looks at first when he opens his main door, or about the darned nuisance created by the songbirds or the cock crows waking him up early morning. He even complains about the owls blasting in and fracturing his silent nights with their unholy hoots, invariably followed by a proverbial death news the following day.
Suresh NellikodePublished 7 years ago in HumansWho and What Do You Trust?
Who and what do you trust? Look to a dictionary definition of trust and you'll find something that says: "a firm belief in the reliability, truth, ability, or strength of someone or something
Clinton JonesPublished 7 years ago in HumansLost Identity
Some people have said to me that I have Sofia Vergara's accent and Kim Kardashian's exotic looks. It's easy for people to approach me, as I have a constant smile on my face, except when I'm "randomly checked" at the airport and being shoved aside like a criminal. But other than that regardless of my looks I'm someone who is a magnet to others. And I still don't know the reason for such an unexplainable reaction.
Evelyn LallavePublished 7 years ago in Humans