Humanity
Nobody cares, work harder
The first time I came across this quote was on the channel of Dax, who is a very talented artist to say the least. This statement encapsulates a lot, and there is just so much to unpack from a simple statement like this one. It might seem quite easy to read and understand, but there is just so much hidden behind these few words, and it really takes for you to be at a specific point in life and for you to have gone through some experiences in order to understand the full extent of such a simple statement.
By real Jema3 years ago in Confessions
Discovering Tranquility: A Sojourn Through the Enchanted Depths of Nature's Wilderness
Introduction: In the heart of nature's sanctuary, where sunlight filters through the towering trees, and the rustle of leaves creates a symphony of tranquility, walking through deep forests becomes a therapeutic odyssey. Beyond the cacophony of urban life, the lush green canopy beckons, offering solace to those seeking respite from the demands of a bustling world. This article explores the profound experience of wandering through the deep forests, unveiling the unparalleled peace of mind that comes with immersing oneself in the embrace of nature.
By Varsha3 years ago in Confessions
Lie To Me.. Top Story - January 2024. Content Warning.
Ok. I have only ever recounted this story one other time. Whenever asked about this Era of my life from my family and my friends I always keep the details to myself and just stick to the Who/What/When/Why & Where. With this in mind please understand that I will be changing names, dates, and for the sake of keeping this story to a readable length certain event(s) will be shortened or bulleted. I will do my best to answer any questions that may arise. Thank you for reading about the worst experience of my life.
By (JERJ) Thudd Walker3 years ago in Confessions
My 2024 Game Plan on Vocal: From Sporadic Scribbler to Consistent Creator
As the clock struck midnight this New Year’s Eve, a thought struck me: despite our diverse backgrounds, traditions, and stories, we are all bound by a universal Truth: the passage of time. Around the world, New Year's celebrations reflect this shared experience, each with its own unique flavor. In the US, ringing in the new year is all about the glittering ball drop and that countdown to a hopeful kiss. Meanwhile, in Spain, you'll find folks with 12 grapes at hand, hoping for 12 months of luck in the year ahead. These traditions, while unique, point toward the new year as one of opportunity, wherever you are in the world.
By E.K. Daniels3 years ago in Confessions
My life starting... now. Wait, no. Now. Actually...
I do this thing every year where I buy journals and calendars and planners-- yes, all plural-- with jumbo aspirations to fill them up. I start plotting and designing ways for me to really change my life this time. Never mind how the past few months went and how much I still have left on my previous plates, I prefer to focus on the days ahead.
By M. Lee3 years ago in Confessions
Giving up so easily
During a meeting recently, due to some differences in opinion and perception, an influential acquaintance decided to quit his position of responsibility because he couldn’t get along with others and couldn’t seem to get his point across. Despite multiple trials, the crowd just couldn’t understand his perception of things and even though they didn’t intend to fire him, he decided to resign to avoid unnecessary conflicts with everybody else. This happened to the surprise of everybody, especially considering the fact that he was so influential and his opinion was never underestimated.
By real Jema3 years ago in Confessions
A Single Mother's Emotional Confession: Navigating the Joys and Challenges of Solo Parenting
Beneath the surface of every smiling single mother lies a tapestry of emotions woven together by love, resilience, and the undeniable challenges of solo parenting. In this emotional confession, we delve into the heartfelt journey of a single mother, exploring the highs and lows that come with raising a child alone.
By Chinedu Charles Okonkwo3 years ago in Confessions
Vocal Made Me a Poet. Runner-Up in #200 Challenge.
I joined Vocal in desperation. It had been nearly a decade since I had written anything but marketing copy, and I had just baffled myself by first turning down a CMO position at another company, then giving an agonizing three month's notice to my boss, anyway. I couldn't stay miserable in my career anymore, and I ached to create something, anything meaningful to me.
By Morgana3 years ago in Confessions
Moonlit Secrets
In the vibrant tapestry of the NYSC camp, where dreams and connections intertwined, a tender love story unfolded between Michael and Juliana. Their tale extended far beyond the confines of the campgrounds, weaving a romantic narrative that would captivate hearts and minds. This is the enchanting chronicle of a love that blossomed quietly, a mystery neither of them could let go.
By Michael Oregbuyide3 years ago in Confessions
Just Like Me
What am I doing throwing myself at you like this? I have self control. I have self reliance. What makes me so enthralled with you? You may not be a mystery but you seem to be everything. Everything that I could be working for. The vision of a future where I see it all come to pass. The one experience sparked what charmed phoebe saw in her vision sometime ago. A premonition of what’s to come. Not knowing when but seeing what could be. So smooth how it all fits into place. The conversations and the connection. I wonder what happened or where I went wrong.
By The Kind Quill3 years ago in Confessions
My Only What If
When I was 18 and about to move half way across the country, there was a boy. A boy who begged me to stay. We loved each other very much but the urge to do better was more. He wanted me to stay cause then I would be safe. I wanted to be the one to finally get out. When people ask me if I regret anything, I don’t know how to answer. I don’t regret leaving but I do regret how I left. I went to his apartment to say goodbye to his sister. He wasn’t supposed to be home but he was and he saw me as I was leaving. We stared at each other. He asked me why I wasn’t going to say anything. I said I’m sorry but don’t you remember how you told me that I was better than this neighborhood. So I got on the plane. I left the way I left for a reason. I knew that if I spoke to him that I would have stayed. there wasn’t a lot that I wouldn’t do for him but I needed this more.
By Nat 3 years ago in Confessions
