Reunited Love In Future
Once upon a time, in a world where technology and progress had transformed society, there lived two childhood friends named Mia and Ethan. They were inseparable during their early years, exploring the wonders of their futuristic city, sharing dreams of the future, and promising eternal friendship.
Enigmatic Tales of Lost Children
In the 12th century, the enigmatic appearance of the Green Children of Woolpit in Suffolk County, England, remains steeped in mystery.
My Year of Strength and Stability
I have always been one to have many goals and dreams. I have a million and one hobbies and a dream for every single one. From writing and reading to painting and drawing to pole-dancing and gymming to baking and volunteering, I have so many interests and passions that it's hard to keep track. And the dreams: I have a dream to hang a painting in an art exhibit, to publish a novel and to finally figure out how to bake scones (the last hold out) without burning them.
The Sun and The Shift
Something is shifting inside me, inside my consciousness or in the place my self-awareness lives, or my self-esteem. Maybe the shift is wrapped in self-love or self-confidence. I’ve been exploring timeline shifts, quantum leaps, and the idea that every version of ourselves already exists, so that if we just visualize our future selves in the future house/clothes/career/whatever, we can shift our entire trajectory just by placing ourselves in the exact circumstances we want to be in in our minds. So maybe it’s that. Maybe I’m feeling different because I am mid-shift.
I no longer want my life of sin, the life of a liar
the life of a liar is not one you wanna lead. It’s is the same as living of life as a criminal and you’re constantly in prison. I have had to come to terms recently that I really am a liar, and that I really am sneaky and manipulative and two-faced and I see that about myself really clearly now and I don’t wanna be like that anymore. I have come to terms with the fact that I’ve been like this for my whole lifeand I don’t wanna be like this anymore.
Cry for help
Not all laugh come from a place of happiness, Sometimes I laugh to keep from crying because as a men my crying helps noone its become the weakest part of my menhood these days . Ignore the pain because I rather see people happy even if it hurts me. I get sick of women who hurt nice guys who just wont to love you and crown the men who don't see the value of you like I do . I give a clap of appreciation just for you to give me a devalue me or any of my accomplishment, Its like if a win a award I will have to clap and my own award show because I have learn that I am my only #1 fan. I cry by myself because I have acknowledge that I have I am the only one swimming out of own misery Drowning in tears of hurt of passed trauma, someone else hurt,and hurt form my own self harm wounds .I don't know when the rain will stop but I am looking for my fruits to grow from this storm that is covering the garden The roots or strong but the plant is still dying. I need to life for the or need to be rooted somewhere else to regrow the strength I lost over the years because what once growned me is not Good soil for the new strenth I need for the new me
Ah puberty. That really uncomfortable stage in your life where everything is just changing. Just being a teenager in itself is awkward and a frightening experience to go through. It's lifechanging. I've got a few weird stories from that time in my life that I've been thinking about lately. I went to a Catholic school growing up. I've got a lot of fond memories of that school and quite a few bad ones too. But the good outweigh the bad. Kids can just be mean. I remember the days where I dreaded going to school because of what was going on with me at the time. I was just filled with so much anxiety back then. I shared my first relationship and first kiss story a couple weeks ago. If you haven't read that one I highly recommend you check it out because that was an extremely embarrassing story from my childhood.
Worlds Worst Parent
I am a Parent God yes, I am a parent. I have two amazing and beautiful children they are exactly 13 months and 11 days apart. While I had ups and downs becoming a parent, I do have two beautiful miracle babies. They are my whole world and in many ways ,they saved my life as much as they changed my life.
Everyday I wake up never knowing what the day is going to look like. Is today going to be a good and productive day, or will today be another day fighting my thoughts and irrational fears? Most days I am okay, as I have been better at managing things. Others are so bad just doing one small thing takes the most out of me. Ever since the pandemic I've gotten really bad agoraphobia and only leave the house when I have to, or feel like I can. The amount of self talk that I have to do sometimes is crazy to me, but I keep trying anyway.
When I was younger, and even now, from time to time, I get frustrated with God. I question God in my heart. “Why do you put such heavy burdens in my heart for people? I see their suffering a mile away.” Walking miles in the shoes of other people leaves me feeling so worn down and exhausted. The sadness, the pain, the need for healing, and the desire to see people free from addiction… It all adds up and it feels overwhelming to my heart. Empathy is a gift and huge responsibility from what I am learning. Empathy is used by God to bring people to action. I’m called to act and follow the compassion or burdens that are God-given. It’s beautiful and exciting. Sometimes it feels very urgent, in how I should respond quickly to the brokenness of others before me. Here are some questions I ask myself: Is time running out for people? Is time running out for me to respond? What limits do I have? How can I rely on your power more, God?
Colors of Reflection
A project can take you back through memory lane, evoking feelings and stirring forgotten moments. The human psyche is truly fascinating. During my recent vacation, I experienced the stark contrast between busyness and relaxation. The first half of my trip was filled with the energetic buzz of art Basel, where I immersed myself in art exhibits, savored delicious food, and danced the nights away. But then, seeking solace and tranquility, I ventured to Fort Lauderdale.
Friendship breakups, do you think they are easier or harder to deal with than romantic breakups? I feel like this topic is rarely discussed, and since I just recently went through one of a friend of 25 years I wanted to weigh in on the topic. In our society we put so much emphasis on how hard romantic relationships are to maintain, and how hard they are to get over. In my opinion friendships are just the same if not harder to maintain and get over.