Humanity
New Year's Resolutions ( Again ... I Know)
Alright, folks, it's that time of year again. The year is drawing to a close, the festive lights are twinkling (or maybe they're already packed away), the Christmas star still hangs brightly in the front yard, a hopeful beacon against the lingering scent of… unmet expectations.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Confessions
MEN ARE NOT UNGRATEFUL AS WE THINK.
INTRODUCTION: Do you think men are ungrateful as we think? Do you believe that all men abondon their spouses when they make it in life? No. There are several reasons to that and today, I want to address one of the major. This content addresses one situation that make men leave their spouses when they make it in life. These situations are arranged in three stages known as the silent moment, the reference moment and the decision moment, where each stage elaborates some points that can help us avoid certain mistakes to keep our relationship and marriages safe. Stay tuned and enjoy.
By Maker Writes 2 years ago in Confessions
Through The Bareness Of 2024- My Journey
Life in its brevity often feels burdensome, yearning for us to be free of all the turbulence that stirs up its breaths in our hearts. How beautiful would life be if we let go of pain, anger, sadness, grim! I wish we had built-in programming that would delete all the moments and experiences that stirred catastrophic fires and raged war and kindled and whooshed the fire within us simultaneously!
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Confessions
12 Reminders for Year-End Reflection
It is that time of the year again when everyone posts how truly they have accomplished feats of success, competence, grit and determination. How magnificently their vision boards have manifested in the brilliance of their alluring existence! While it is a celebratory feat for all those who had a year that was filled with love and light, it is important to remember that the life projected on social media is the highlight of someone’s best days in the entirety of their existence. It is amazing for someone to put themselves out there and post their joy for life on their platform, but in the world where comparison is so normalised, I hope you remember life does not need to be aesthetically pleasing and swoon-worthy for it to be called a perfect life.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Confessions
Doorman in Purgatory
Charley adjusted the stiff collar of his uniform, the polyester itching his neck like it had a personal vendetta. It was Christmas Eve, and he stood behind the front desk of The Stratford, a luxury high-rise on the Upper East Side. The building’s lobby was immaculate—polished marble floors, a chandelier that could blind a man, and garlands draped with precision, as if Martha Stewart herself had descended from decorating heaven. Yet, despite all the splendor, the place was as dead as his social life.
By The Kind Quill2 years ago in Confessions
What I'd Cook for Gordon Ramsay
Merry Christmas Vocal!! My partner gave me the idea to write this post, after a long Christmas season. We love binge watching Gordon Ramsay’s Hell's Kitchen together. I've always said listening to Gordon Ramsay yell at the contestants kind of feels like therapy. I live for it. I've binge watched Kitchen Nightmares with him as well as Hotel Hell but we truly enjoy watching Hell's Kitchen the most.
By Chloe Unfiltered2 years ago in Confessions
An ode to my journey
Remember the times when we would yearn for certain things and beings to foster their being into our lives, where what we wanted was so far-fetched, dreams that we found so unfathomable to forge their breaths in our lives? It is wondrous and almost astonishing how existence in the most unimaginable ways, how we fathom that something we can never live without, life always turns out for the better when we let go of what no longer serves us, of what we can no longer control or any experience, person, entity or situation that we outgrow in our existential being.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Confessions
5 Aspects of My Limerence Addiction
Jordan Knight of New Kids on the Block was my first limerence obsession. I can recite the names of all the boys through grade school and high school I had limerent experience with. I won’t to save myself the embarrassment. But limerence followed me into my adult life. My last limerent object was my affair partner in a three-year emotional online affair.
By Asrai Devin2 years ago in Confessions
Her Quote, My Journey
Today’s was one of those cold winter mornings when the air seems to be cold and everything seems to be a little more still than it was the day before. We were at our usual table in the canteen having tea with biscuits in between while chatting with friends. We enjoyed the warmth of the tea after coming from the cold, the sound of plates slapping each other joined the faint murmurs that filled the air.
By Musanif Ali2 years ago in Confessions
