breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
Beware of Taicho
It was a year after my legal separation. I had dated a few people but none that were ever going to stick. I met him on a dating app. There was just something about him. He was definitely cute and had this undeniable charm about him. I couldn't resist.
By Nailah Robinson5 years ago in Humans
ANAMCHARA
Katelyn was blessed with a mane of flaming red hair which was also a bit of a curse for it aptly warned suitable suitors of her fiery temper. “That temper of yours may cost you your soulmate,” warned Seamus more than once. The prescience of his statement can be debated, but for Katelyn it seems too true. Katelyn Doneghan, a sturdy woman, was born of hardy Irish stock. Her father, Seamus raised her to know the ways of the world, its harshness, its cruelty; but he also instilled in her an understanding that love abounds in all creatures great and small.
By David Zinke aka ZINK5 years ago in Humans
Puppy Love Lane
"The toughest part of letting go is realizing that the other person already did." At least that's what a meme from Google says. At 20, I think the most challenging part is realizing that you've wasted your time and energy with no payoff. Today Metro campus was closed due to the snowstorm, and there's nothing to do at home but think. Bored, alone with my thoughts and staring in a daze at the fresh snow on my walkway. Earlier today, I went through an old high school memory box and discovered a perfume bottle. I can't help repeatedly smelling this perfume. This is where the thoughts of my exes popped into my head. The fruity-floral of cherry blossom and peaches brings nostalgia to the front of the line. Where did it start? Where was my life headed? What was I going to do after graduation? Opening this perfume bottle and smelling strong memories feels different on a day like this. While sitting on the beige window seal, I am overwhelmed by the flood of memories that make my head spin. I start to lean my head back against the wall, close my eyes and take a deep breath. There's nothing left to do on a snow day other than to walk down memory lane.
By Asea B Moore5 years ago in Humans
Artistic Solace
The modern concept of, "me time" hasn't been something I've been able to fully perfect, let alone practice much of. Spending time working on hobbies, honing in on crafts, or even creating for creation's sake has always been something that I do for others. Ask me how many self-portraits I have, and I'll tell you I created one during a state of depression after feeling very alone and abandoned. Not being able to create for anyone else, I made something of my own, for my own. It never felt natural, and it didn't fulfill me.
By Joannis Rodon5 years ago in Humans
Getting grounded
"If you want to be creative you have to learn how to do stuff that has no purpose. Art isn't made by working all the time, first you've got ro go out and live - the art will come" - Rupi Kaur Creativity is a word that has no limitations, no conformance, no exclusions. We have the ability to be creative in any way we choose, and that is a beautiful thing. While to one, being creative may be as simple as combing your hair slightly different this morning, as opposed to every other morning. To another, it may be as complex as creating a new algorithm for a commonly used phone app. There is no way to define what is or isn't a creative outlet. Limitless. During my lifetime I have tried many different types of creative outlets. I have fluctuated through the mediums more than Cleveland, Ohio likes to change its mind about the day's weather. Throughout all of this change, the only constant has been growth. Yet, another abstract concept to fumble around with in the mind. In my time trying to conceptualize what creativity is, and how to "be" creative through growth, I had thought of a new creative outlet. One that doesn't plague my guilt with the wasting of canvas or paints on projects unfinished or that turned out "not quite right". An outlet that sustains not only my love of creating, but also my thirst for knowledge, understanding, and of course my hunger. I had finally decided to harness the power of the earth in all it's glory. I would be a plant mom. The summer of 2016 I dedicated my life to those that grew in the soil. I worked tirelessly with my partner to create a space that was fit for any HGTV enthusiast. After about a month of grunt work, we finally had it made in the shade. We had created 4 raised beds, soon to become home for our various types of tomatoes, basils, lettuces, corn and much more. The bed dimensions varied but each was roughly able to hold 32 square feet of soil. Each foot of soil can sustain as many as 4 plants! Dependent on circumstances, of course. All I could see was how much potential I created, that I knew would soon turn into reward. As my garden grew that summer, from all of the warm rain and golden sunshine caressing the leaves and roots daily, so did I. My partner and I amicably came to the decision to part ways after many months of growing apart. My garden now became not only my joy, but also my comforter in solace. My tears fertilized the soil, and their strength became mine. As my plants grew, so did I. Now from a basic point of view, a garden grows as follows: Plant seeds, plant grows until mature, harvest, repeat. But from an inside perspective, you can't even list all of the immeasurable changes that happen. I watched as those seeds, planted not so far under the surface of the soil, grew into seedlings with their adorable tiny leaves. Then those leaves turned into buds or flowers, that in turn changed into fruits and vegetables, and back to seeds to be reborn. As each day passed with the setting sun, I too was undergoing immeasurably small changes. I was learning to find peace in myself and the world around me in ways inexpressible. Towards the end of the summer, as the leaves changed into those welcomed oranges and reds, the garden and I had let out a deep shared breath for the storm was over. The growth period was coming to a close, and it was time to harvest our hard work. As I harvested my bountiful fruits and vegetables, I thanked each plant for it's fruit, and for its support. I had weathered an emotional storm, and I had grown from it, with their help. In my time in the garden, during my personal growth, I was reminded daily by those beautiful plants, that even through growth isn't always outwardly apparent, it's always happening and it will always bring you beauty if you put in the work. It's been 5 years now since that garden has come and gone, but the seeds I planted there that year, are still growing deep inside of me.
By Seminole Fraley5 years ago in Humans
The Health Benefits of Egg Yolks
“Hey Honey!” I greeted my, then, fiancé as he climbed back into the driver’s seat of the car where I’d been waiting. “I was just reading about egg yolks and that they aren’t as bad for us as some people think. Mom called and I told her maybe she should lay off dad for his egg intake!”
By Midwest Mama5 years ago in Humans
