UNpretentious
Bio
I choose empathy over sympathy, because I am a problem solver. I’m a dreamer, that wants to be able to help others Grow, Evolve and Dream big safely. BOSS Mentality. Poetic Flow. Unconditional Lover. Artisan & Server Spirit. INFP, thats me!
Stories (23/0)
"The Heat of the Day" by Elizabeth Bowen
"The Heat of the Day" by Elizabeth Bowen masterfully blends wartime intrigue and emotional intricacies. It’s slow pace may test some readers' patience. Bowen's characters possess depth, crafting a mesmerizing narrative that immerses readers in its evocative setting. Overall, a gripping portrayal of love and espionage during World War II.
By UNpretentious8 months ago in Critique
TASTE BUDS IN NEED OF SPICES
Eating food is a need, we need food to survive and to keep going. Once you enter the land of spices and herbs you realize, it's not just about a need, it's about a pleasure, a desire, the filling of a craving. The first time I cooked anything for a group of people was at my first potluck, I had never been apart of anything cooking wise prior and it made me nervous to know my cooking would be judged by strangers. I had to sit back and think for a minute about what to bring, and then it hit me, the one recipe everyone says I make perfectly is the only thing I would be able to cook for this occasion.
By UNpretentious4 years ago in Feast
This Place
And in that moment her heart started to beat out of her chest as all of their memories came flooding in. The tears the pain the frustration the love, she was overwhelmed with angst and cheer, to feel close to him again but only while being here. It wasn't the body of the person but yet the memories created with the person that created a feeling of a void. To know those memories would never happen again, and could never be replaced, that thought is what kept creeping in. She couldn't escape her feelings of guilt for being there without her, but most of all to be there with someone else. But she needed this like she needs food, she needed to sever her ties with her once known to be love, she needed to be free to do as she pleases without feeling guilt for doing so.
By UNpretentious4 years ago in Humans
Happiness is a choice
Do we choose to be unhappy; or is there just a time for our emotions to kick in for us to choose a different route? I believe that happiness and faith are similar concepts. You have faith in things you believe to be factual, whether that’s god, science, witchcraft, herbs, medicine and etc. It’s all a choice, just like happiness. The facts are that you have many reasons to be happy whether you find them to be valid at that point in time or not. Sometimes the bad has to outweigh the good so that we can appreciate the smaller things, and give them greater power than the evil that surrounds us. No matter how little the light in the darkest tunnel, there's still a light to guide you to your new beginnings. Please pick your head up and follow it to its source, we are all meant to win, even if that means taking a lost, so tread lightly and enjoy the ride. The present is most certainly a gift even if you can't see it's value its worth much more than the retail price and you deserve to be here wearing a smile just as much as your tears deserve to be recognized.
By UNpretentious4 years ago in Motivation
Drink That Away
We drink away our pain sometimes because it feels good, better then what we were feeling before. We drink to forget, forget our failures, loses, constant reminders and things. We drink to live when we know longer feel like living , and sometimes we drink because we've already died inside. Either way we're drinking for the moment, and that's when becoming an alcoholic becomes a risk.
By UNpretentious4 years ago in Psyche
Walk Don't Run
Some things aren't for everyone, and I've never been the type of personal that finds solace in meditating. I feel worse after a moment of silence than the rare occasion of feeling better. Although, all those things are true, I do meditate and ground myself, but I don't set aside time for it, I take whatever silent moment I have on the train, or in my car, at work to just recognize everything within me, and surrounding me. My mind is a beautiful thing but it has a hard time being quiet, which is why I don't meditate for too long, and I refuse to sit down crossing my legs and open up doors i will be forced to shut back again. Then again, maybe that's my problem, maybe that's why this meditation thing only works for me while i'm busy because i am capable of escaping and finding a busy activity to do moments after, versus having to sit an entire car ride reflecting, or walking into a place in silence, just reflecting, maybe I like walking meditation, because by the time i get back to it, it doesn't hurt anymore, but in a way time, all that busy time, healed those wounds. How do you meditate though, when you feel like this:
By UNpretentious4 years ago in Psyche