Stream of Consciousness
Fair Travel
Most people dream of traveling, some are commissioned to travel, and others are born to travel. Whatever category you fall under, we're all responsible for being fair and respectful during our travels. This may be considered a common concept to some; however, to others, this is a far reach to achieve. I've been traveling across the world for over 15 years, and it never ceases to amaze me the gall some people have when visiting another country. I suspect that if you never learn humility or the basics of human respect from either your family or school, it's difficult to acquire or display the characteristics of a noble soul. I wrote a blog post 10 years ago about this topic, and it seems humanity is not improving, more specifically, people from the West. Now, before I get too many boos and hisses, I grew up in North America, so I have credibility when it comes to knowing Western culture, and I am not leaving out bad actors from the East either. I will have to say, compared to the rest of the world, Western culture is one of the most abrasive and unyielding. I don't know why the erragance persists, I just wish it would stop or at least decrease. We're in 2025, and people still haven't learned diplomacy and tolerance.
By Char Chaseabout a year ago in Confessions
The Final 3 Minutes
he Final 3 Minutes: What Really Happened on Flight MH370 It was supposed to be an ordinary red-eye. On March 8, 2014, Malaysia Airlines Flight MH370 lifted off the runway at 12:41 AM, heading from Kuala Lumpur to Beijing. 239 people onboard. Fathers, mothers, children, lovers. People with dreams, plans, deadlines, and tomorrow’s promises.
By Soul Pagesabout a year ago in Confessions
My Experience at the Well
I was standing by an old-fashioned well. It was the middle of the day. It was quiet and the heat was very intense outside. I had just enough time to come draw water. Every day, when there was little to no people around, I would come get water. It was the only part of the day where there was no judgment in the eyes of those that seemed to follow me wherever I went.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Confessions
THE BABY I NEVER GOT TO HOLD
I remember the moment I found out I was pregnant. My hands were shaking, heart pounding so loud I could barely hear my own thoughts. In that tiny bathroom, holding a stick that would change everything, I felt a strange mix of fear and joy. I whispered, “I’m going to be a mom.” And for a short while, that whisper became a promise.
By Ms Rotondwa Mudauabout a year ago in Confessions
Rekindling My Childhood Love for Writing
Story: There was a time when I believed words could fix everything. I was eight years old when I wrote my first story. It was about a time-traveling pigeon who rescued lost socks from dryers. The plot made little sense, but I remember the feeling that coursed through me as I scribbled page after page in a wide-ruled notebook: a quiet kind of joy, like building a secret world no one else could see unless I let them.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Confessions
The Day I Stopped Apologizing for My Anxiety
It happened after another draining day at work, a day tangled in nervous energy. I kept hearing myself say, “Sorry I’m so anxious,” and “Sorry if I’m a bother.” My cheeks were hot with embarrassment every time a flush of panic crept in. That afternoon, after excusing my shivers and silence for what felt like the tenth time, I caught my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My eyes looked tired, old even, weighed down by invisible baggage. At that moment, I felt a swell of anger and stubborn hope rise—the realization that I deserved more than a cycle of apologies for simply being me.
By Wilson Igbasiabout a year ago in Confessions
What I Learned Living Like a Monk for 30 Days:
In today’s fast-paced, constantly connected world, finding moments of peace and clarity can feel like an impossible challenge. Seeking a deeper sense of calm and purpose, I decided to embark on an extraordinary experiment: living like a monk for 30 days. This journey into simplicity and mindfulness pushed me beyond my comfort zone, stripping away distractions and revealing profound lessons about presence, gratitude, and inner peace. In this blog post, I’ll share the transformative insights and unexpected challenges I encountered along the way, offering a glimpse into what it truly means to live with intention in a noisy world.
By Wilson Igbasiabout a year ago in Confessions
Black Flower in My Hands
I remember the moment the black flower first appeared in my hands. It was early morning, just before dawn, when the sky still wore its veil of soft gray. I woke up as usual, groggy and fumbling for my phone, only to see something dark and unfamiliar resting on my palm.
By Ameliaabout a year ago in Confessions
The Night I Lost My Hero
I was fifteen when my father died. He had esophageal cancer. He drank milk constantly, chewed through TUMS like they were breath mints. For years, he just called it heartburn. He worked in a factory, ate spicy food, lived hard, and kept going. The diagnosis came late, and the end came fast.
By Danielle Katsourosabout a year ago in Confessions
