Bad habits
the fall of hope . Content Warning.
In the heart of a weathered neighborhood, where the sun seemed hesitant to shine and the streets whispered tales of hardship, there lived a boy named Lamar. His name carried echoes of hope, yet his story was woven with threads of adversity and resilience. From the moment he entered this world, Lamar's innocence was both a blessing and a burden, a light that flickered defiantly in the face of darkness.
By lamar breaux2 years ago in Confessions
Only By Chance
I'd managed to get a decent rest and wake slowly, my eyes adjusting to the later morning light and my mind free of overbearing, scattered thinking swirling around in my skull as it certainly does at times. Last night I tossed and I turned for quite some time before smoking a joint made up of scrapes of tobacco from the fireplace shelf and stems of weed snapped and broken up into a smokable product. I chewed another half a pill along with it, enough to cause a temporary numbing effect, and after finishing the remainder of wine I managed to doze into a restful slumber. I stirred a morning coffee from the jar I'd been given by the help service that offers food and toiletries and bus tickets, those sorts of things for people in need. There was no kettle in my room and no kitchen for us to use, so I made a lukewarm coffee with hot water from the bathroom tap. Returning to my room from the wet street outside where I'd smoked two cigarettes I fell into a state of unwanting. My consciousness told me I had to play guitar and I ignored it for a moment. It told me I needed to write down a line that I'd just thought of and I ignored that too. I decided I needed to do nothing at all except simply watch the drizzling of rain fall from the clouded view of the sunlight-struck windows in my upstairs room. To pause and observe the supposed necessities that my brain conjured up, when all that was needed was to be, brought peace. It was becoming quite obviously easier to sit with myself and allow myself to be present, right here in the heart of life where nothing peculiar or spectacular occurred. Many days in the past week since I'd arrived I had enjoyed people watching in the way my Mother had taught me. This, and watching the birds and feeling the sun and thinking of the clouds and reading a book and tasting the wine, all things I could do, to be. I am here.
By Michael O'Connor2 years ago in Confessions
The Art of Persistence: A Journey of Resilience and Redemption
In a town nestled between rolling hills and whispering forests, there lived a man named Jacob. Jacob was a dreamer, his mind forever wandering between lofty ambitions and fleeting desires. He was a man of many passions, dabbling in various pursuits with enthusiasm but lacking the steadfast dedication to see them through.
By Inye Moses2 years ago in Confessions
The love ended before it started.
Once upon a time, in a cozy little town nestled among rolling hills, there lived a woman named Evelyn. Evelyn was a kind and gentle soul, with a heart as big as the ocean and a smile that could light up even the darkest of days. She had known love once, a love that had swept her off her feet and filled her world with joy and laughter. But as fate would have it, that love had turned sour, leaving Evelyn broken and bruised. It all began many years ago when Evelyn met a charming man named Jonathan. Jonathan was handsome and charismatic, with a twinkle in his eye that could melt any woman's heart. Evelyn fell for him hard and fast, believing with all her heart that he was the one she had been waiting for. But as time went on, cracks began to appear in their relationship. Jonathan's sweet words turned sour, and his actions spoke louder than any apology ever could. He became distant and aloof, leaving Evelyn feeling lost and alone in a sea of uncertainty. Heartbroken and disillusioned, Evelyn made the difficult decision to walk away from Jonathan and the toxic relationship they shared. It was a painful choice, but deep down, she knew it was the right one. She needed to focus on herself, to heal the wounds of the past and rediscover the strength and resilience that lay within her. And so, Evelyn threw herself into her work, pouring her heart and soul into her passion for painting. She found solace in the vibrant colors and intricate brushstrokes, losing herself in the beauty of the canvas and the freedom of expression it offered. Slowly but surely, she began to rebuild her life, piece by piece, until she emerged stronger and more determined than ever before. Years passed, and Evelyn had all but forgotten about Jonathan and the pain he had caused her. She had moved on, content with the life she had built for herself and the peace she had found within her heart. But then, one fateful day, a familiar face walked back into her life. It was Jonathan, the man who had broken her heart all those years ago. He was different now, older and wiser, with a sadness in his eyes that mirrored Evelyn's own. At first, Evelyn was wary, unsure if she could trust Jonathan again after all the hurt he had caused her. But he was persistent, showering her with gifts and promises of a better future together. And slowly but surely, Evelyn found herself falling under his spell once again. Before she knew it, Evelyn was swept up in a whirlwind romance with Jonathan, blinded by his charm and the allure of the life he promised her. But as time went on, she began to see cracks in their relationship, echoes of the past that she had worked so hard to leave behind. It wasn't long before Evelyn realized the truth: Jonathan hadn't changed at all. He was still the same manipulative and deceitful man she had once loved, using his money and power to control her and strip her of her dignity. Heartbroken and ashamed, Evelyn knew she had to find the strength to leave Jonathan once and for all. She deserved so much more than a love built on lies and deceit, and she refused to let him break her spirit once again. And so, with her head held high and her heart full of determination, Evelyn walked away from Jonathan and the toxic relationship they shared. She may have lost her honor in the eyes of others, but she had found something far more precious: her self-worth and her dignity, things that no amount of money could ever buy. And as she walked into the sunset, surrounded by the love and support of her friends and family, Evelyn knew that she was stronger than she had ever been before, ready to face whatever challenges the future may hold with courage and grace.
By Inye Moses2 years ago in Confessions
Grading My Life
I have been working in the education field for over 10 years. In these ten years I have gained so much experience as well as the personal satisfaction that comes with helping students achieve their goals. The proud achievements of my students is something that I celebrate with other co-workers and of course the students and their families. This quarter I received a thank you from a student who wanted me to know that she couldn’t have done it without my help. This thank you got me thinking about myself and my life. I was able to help a student reach her goals and get her self-esteem up in a couple of months, and yet in my own personal life I was letting myself down each day. If my life were to be scored with a grade, I don’t believe I would be celebrating.
By Lily2 years ago in Confessions
The Egg Comes Before The Chicken. Content Warning.
In the ageless inquiry of what started things out, the chicken or the egg, the discussion keeps on charming personalities and mix interest. While the inquiry appears to be straightforward, its suggestions dig profound into science, reasoning, and even religious philosophy. Shockingly, present day science offers a convincing response: the egg went before the chicken. We should unwind this deep rooted secret and investigate the interesting bits of knowledge it offers.
By Kazi Hasebul Hasan Naime 2 years ago in Confessions
When Secrets Collide (Emphasizes the clash between infidelity and reality)
Rain lashed against the bookstore window, blurring the world outside into a watercolor wash of grey. Inside, Clara, nestled amongst towering shelves, felt a pang of claustrophobia that mirrored the secret suffocating her. Her phone buzzed, a silent notification on the screen. It was a single word: "Meet me. Usual."
By Nada soliman2 years ago in Confessions
Bound by Heart, Longing for Home
Just remembered and wrote a few words casually. This sentence has to be said since high school. In September 2000, I entered the only high school in the county, which was my first time leaving home, actually just over 20 miles away. To be honest, I didn't like staying there and wasn't used to it. I was used to being lazy at home and couldn't carry out my fishing life, which was very frustrating. I was trapped inside the wall all day long, and had to rely on flying eaves and walls to get out, or disguised as a day student to get by, and was often caught. So I looked forward to the monthly homecoming week all day long, looking forward to the stars and moon, and missing home. Actually, when you say you miss home, it doesn't mean that a man can't live without his family. I just really wanted to see every blade of grass and tree in the house, see what changes there were. Every time I got home, I didn't stay at home, but went out to wander around, in the fields, forests, and rivers, and see where to catch fish. I didn't go home all day. At that time, there was a half-day off every Sunday afternoon in school, and my colleagues who lived in the dormitory usually went shopping It left a deep impression on me. After class ended at 12 o'clock, I quickly ran to the station and took the 12:15 bus. I got off at around 12:45 and entered my house around 1:05. As time passed, the ticket seller recognized me. I even saw her once during International Workers' Day in Tangshan this year and greeted her. She even referred to herself as my aunt.
By Elena Vance 2 years ago in Confessions
How do you restart?
I used to play this old video game when I was younger. One of my classmates back in high school had recommended it to me, and I easily became fascinated with the concept of playing a game where you go on an adventure with your pet companion as you battle your way to victory. It’s easy to say that I got addicted so fast that I would even stay up till midnight playing, trying to be careful not to be seen and get scolded by my parents.
By Gail Kathleen Pilapil2 years ago in Confessions
Why things aren’t changing (for you)
The sad reality is that for a lot of us, our lives have been pretty much the same. We do the same things, we get the same results, and we constantly wish for a change, we want the world to change, for it to become a better place, a nicer place and everything we imagine. In the same way we want our lives to become better, maybe earn more or even just to do better the things we already do.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
