Humanity
Growing Up with My Twin
Being a maze-like journey of life, we often find ourselves faced with tests of spirit, relationships and one’s perception of the world around us. One such time came at a friend’s birthday party in which I witnessed the bond between my sister whom I would refer to as “4 minutes early” in this piece, because she always teased me about her being older than me, even though we’re twins, now it’s not my fault the doctor accidentally hit ‘fast forward’ on her birth certificate!
By Kageno Hoshino3 years ago in Confessions
Back In The Game
Hello All!! Yesterday, I became $170 richer than I have been these past several weeks. Put to the backburner are constant survey rejections and completions towards tedious $5 gains (for gas, and, for a far more debatable expense, in food), borrowing money once more in desperation when available survey and sometimes internet resources were held staunchly out of grasp, and, to the positive, a healthy territory of being unable to indulge in those things which seek to swallow my senses and draw them to lack and regret.
By Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man3 years ago in Confessions
Come on now. Content Warning.
If I don't write anything right now, I'll be doing myself a disservice because I have so many things swirling in my brain. I do not understand how more people aren't like me but, then again, that's what everyone would say, and you know what I would say to that? "Shut up, you have no idea what you’re talking about". Certain people naturally know more than others. Some people can naturally perform better than others, and some people have a tendency to live better lives than others." For example, right now I have three companies that I actively run. There is a fourth, but I don’t actively run it right now. I am always looking for people who want to collaborate with me and not for me but to be honest I can't find either and no I am not complaining about the workforce. I am complaining about the lack of desire in people and the responses I am getting on a daily basis. At some point I have to think everyone I know is either closing their eyes on purpose or is plain stupid. Do you see the world that we are living in today? If you do, then you must realize you can make money in so many ways it's almost ridiculous to be broke. In that same thought I can say it should be so easy to get rich, but it's the exact opposite! Everyone is still as poor as can be and the rich keep getting richer and richer every year. It makes me sick that out of the three companies I operate only one is specifically designed to help people eliminate debt, multiply the money they make currently and provide an outstanding retirement after its all said and done. Only one, but would you guess which one I gain the most capital from? The one where its complete consumerism. They buy said product, I send it out or they purchase a specific time slot, and we go perform during that specific time slot. It's crazy!
By Tetrenius3 years ago in Confessions
Jinns
There are numerous references to jinn in the Qur'an and Hadith (sayings of Prophet Mohammed). According to Islamic writings, jinn live alongside other creatures but form a world other than that of mankind. Though they see us they cannot be seen. Characteristics they share with human beings are intellect and freedom to choose between right and wrong and between good and bad,3 but their origin is different from that of man: 'And indeed, we created man from dried clay of altered mud and the Jinn we created aforetime from the smokeless flame of fire'.8 Jinn tempt and seduce mankind to stray from Allah (God); Satan (shaytan, devil) is thought to be from their realm.
By Marian Cavazos 3 years ago in Confessions
Young
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled in a valley surrounded by lush green mountains, there lived a young girl named Lily. She lived in a cozy cottage with her parents and younger brother, Jack. Lily loved nothing more than exploring the world around her, and she spent most of her days wandering through the forest, climbing trees, and playing in the streams.
By Marian Cavazos 3 years ago in Confessions
The Myth of the Perfect Partner
The desire for a perfect partner is one that has been deeply ingrained in society for generations. We are taught to believe that there is someone out there who will complete us, someone who will effortlessly understand us and love us unconditionally. This idea is heavily perpetuated in popular culture and media, and it's no wonder that many people feel an intense pressure to find that perfect someone. However, the reality is that this idea of the perfect partner is a myth. In reality, the pursuit of perfection in a partner can be detrimental to finding real love.
By SATPOWER3 years ago in Confessions
So You Thought This Was My OnlyFans. Content Warning.
So! You clicked on this link thinking it was my OnlyFans. For those of you who don’t know, I have my Linktree in my Instagram bio, and on my Instagram story with the same caption. The button linked to this page reads “Spicy Content” with an array of sweaty, eggplant, and fire emojis. The ultimate goal? To get people to click on the Spicy Content. Which you did. Good job, you. Your curiosity got the better of you, and you have effectively netted me a halfpenny through Vocal, which is significantly more than I’d make through an OnlyFans anyway.
By Steven Christopher McKnight3 years ago in Confessions
Diary of a Woman
I can't quite pinpoint a time in my life when I felt completely at ease with myself, cozy in my own skin, if you will. From the get-go, it seemed like society, with a heavy hand, served up this image of perfection—think model-thin, sky-high, sun-kissed blonde, with a sprinkle of extrovert on top—as the gold standard of attractiveness. But here's the kicker: even if you fit snugly into this glossy mold, the world still treats you differently, and why? Simply because you're a woman.
By Max3 years ago in Confessions
Why good ideas fail
People often look for these “great ideas” and put in all their energy into it because they trust the greatness of the ideas is all it takes. I won’t refute or endorse that, however in this article I want to share with you some reasons why even great or good ideas can fail, not in an attempt to discourage you but rather to create some awareness in your mind so you can be prepared.
By real Jema3 years ago in Confessions
Patience is a Virtue
Stuck in a time loop. Not sure where to go, what to do or how to be. To be me is to be free from all of this. To have a life I want and strive for. Lost dedication and failed motivation. Some don’t give up but what if your will is draining. Constant state of tire and yet you struggle to find some hope. You spend to get some motivation. You pay to get inspiration but do you end up getting it? The things you pay for becomes a temporary fix. Like a pay to play scenario. We pay to play the game of life.
By The Kind Quill3 years ago in Confessions
Say no more
the heart of a bustling city, amidst the towering skyscrapers and the constant hum of traffic, there existed a quaint little bookstore. It was a place where time seemed to slow down, and the scent of old books lingered in the air like a cherished memory. The owner, an elderly gentleman named Mr. Emerson, had been running the store for decades, and to him, each book held a story not just within its pages but within its very essence.One rainy afternoon, as the droplets danced against the window panes, a young woman entered the bookstore. She was unlike any customer Mr. Emerson had seen before. With an air of mystery surrounding her, she moved silently among the shelves, her eyes scanning the titles as if searching for something beyond mere words.Mr. Emerson watched her with keen interest, his curiosity piqued by her enigmatic presence. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the woman approached the counter, a single book clutched tightly in her hands."I'd like to purchase this, please," she said softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of the rain.Mr. Emerson took the book from her outstretched hand and examined it briefly. It was an old, weathered copy of "Say No More" by J. A. Adams, a novel that had long since faded into obscurity."An excellent choice," he remarked, a hint of surprise in his voice. "This book holds a special place in my heart."The young woman nodded, a faint smile playing on her lips. "I've heard it's quite...unique."With that, she paid for the book and left the store, disappearing into the misty streets beyond. Mr. Emerson couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to her than met the eye, and as he watched her retreating figure, he couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay hidden within the pages of "Say No More."That night, as the rain continued to fall outside, Mr. Emerson found himself unable to sleep. His mind kept drifting back to the mysterious woman and the book she had purchased. Unable to resist any longer, he retrieved his own copy of "Say No More" from the shelves and settled into his favorite armchair to read.As he delved into the story, he found himself transported to a world unlike any other. The words seemed to leap off the page, drawing him deeper and deeper into the narrative until he felt as though he were living it himself. It was a tale of love and loss, of secrets and betrayal, and with each passing chapter, Mr. Emerson felt himself becoming more and more enthralled.But as he neared the end of the book, he realized that there was something different about this story. Something that set it apart from all the others he had read over the years. It wasn't just a work of fiction; it was a reflection of life itself, with all its complexities and contradictions laid bare for the world to see.And then, in the final pages, he discovered the truth. The truth about the mysterious woman who had come into his store that afternoon, and the truth about the book she had purchased. For "Say No More" was not just a novel; it was a message, a warning to those who dared to uncover its secrets.As dawn broke and the rain finally ceased, Mr. Emerson closed the book and sat in stunned silence, his mind reeling from the revelation. And as he gazed out at the world awakening outside his window, he realized that some stories were meant to be told, while others were meant to remain hidden, locked away in the dusty corners of history.And so, with a heavy heart and a newfound respect for the power of words, Mr. Emerson returned "Say No More" to its rightful place on the shelf, where it would wait patiently for the next curious soul brave enough to venture into its pages.........
By Eric anexis 3 years ago in Confessions
