humanity

For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.

  • Lauren Forte
    Published about a year ago
    The Transformation

    The Transformation

    The gymnasium has undergone a metamorphosis: Cologne and flowers have replaced fusty air; an acoustic guitar strums along to a sultry voice; black and red balloons slow dance to the music; string lights reflect off the tiny sparkles on my dress, making it resemble a midnight sky. Faces are exposed—smiles revealed and outlines shown. I’m witnessing an unspoken respect, a unified rainbow.
  • Lauran Cornock
    Published about a year ago
    A Broken Silence
  • Athira Pillai
    Published about a year ago
    #ATaleofTwoStrangers

    #ATaleofTwoStrangers

    Ever have one of those days where you feel everything and everyone is evil around you? Fortunately or unfortunately, I get that consistently. So, when it is one of those mean blue-purple days when I feel completely at my wit's end with humanity, I rummage through my mind map to an instance that happened a few years ago. I share this instance with you guys in the hope that some of you may find solace thinking about it, as much as my chaotic mind does. 🙂
  • Mary Caitlyn
    Published about a year ago
    Life as a Millennial

    Life as a Millennial

    I was born on February 19, 2000 in Chesapeake, Virginia. I suppose that as soon as I came forward, screaming and fighting into this world, I was immediately labeled with the term "millennial."
  • Alexandra Marrufo
    Published about a year ago
    How My Life Would Be Different If I Had Better Listening Skills

    How My Life Would Be Different If I Had Better Listening Skills

    Hearing is the act of perceiving sound by ear. Listening is something you consciously choose to do.
  • Hugo Sugg
    Published about a year ago
    When You Lose Your 'Human'

    When You Lose Your 'Human'

    Humans are social things, beings with emotion, thought, and expression.
  • Allyson Boyd
    Published about a year ago
    Stories with Strangers

    Stories with Strangers

    Last night I had the joy of being able to attend an open mic night in a city that I have wanted to visit since my last year of undergrad. It was an incredible night, an amazing venue, and I could FEEL the music loud and clear there.
  • Hugo Sugg
    Published about a year ago
    Homelessness: Giving the Unthinkable

    Homelessness: Giving the Unthinkable

    A homeless person is sitting on the street.The public just walks by.The thought process ensues.The above is a common thing: Many people just don't know how to help the homeless.
  • SKYLERIZED
    Published about a year ago
    Pulling Rank: Best Examples of Selfishness in the Face of Precarious Situations Listed from Selfish Devotion to Self-Interested Care

    Pulling Rank: Best Examples of Selfishness in the Face of Precarious Situations Listed from Selfish Devotion to Self-Interested Care

    When questioned about desperate situations like being stranded on a desert isle or sharing meager rations with your wife or husband aboard a rickety raft, Ayn Rand would classify such scenarios as “lifeboat” questions. These questions constitute statistically improbable situations. She would go onto explain that life is not lived on a remote location nor in a battered sea vessel. It is lived in the way of meeting with all kinds of people in every scale of ability and trading with them. The key to both of these extreme cases is the fact that morality would have to play the largest part. To perish while your spouse lived is not a sacrifice. To gobble up all of the rations is not a selfish act but a selfless one, if you value your wife or husband over the fact that he or she should live and not you, and that life wouldn’t be worth living without them.
  • hello baby
    Published about a year ago
    Ahhhhhhhh

    Ahhhhhhhh

    Something inside of me has become quite entitled. Instead of being angry at myself for the stupid things I do, or for the lack of interesting qualities to my personality, or for the fact that I long for something new and to be spontaneously exciting, I yet never put myself in any situation outside of my comfort zone— I am angry at the world.I scream and shout at this world that has allowed me to grow up on it's floors and play in it's dirt, or splash in it's sea which holds me every time I long for it when I am so selfish, and yet I feel entitled to more? I do not blame myself for wishing to have already amounted to more, to have done and seen more things. I don't know what I expect from this world that has cradled me for my 17 years inhabited upon it, has given me a free education and free healthcare to mend my broken bones after falls off of climbing frames and opened up my mind to intricacies and questions still unanswered and yet I am so angry I feel so bored. Am I wasting the best years of my life? A question asked by myself to myself daily and everyday the answer is 'of course, stop worrying about everything you idiot' and I complain there is nothing more in my town to see, not one thing more I can do to excite my heart and dilate my eyes and make me fall in love. Like the sun rising slowly above the sea on a chilly morning, or a passage surrounded in a jungle of shrubbery that you have not yet walked down enjoying the scents of all of the flowers and plants, or just feeling alive. I am in love with being alive.And it is when I think about this that I realise I am not angry at the world, I am just very scared of it. I am scared of what it means to be alive, to feel spontaneous and free in a world that holds me captive surround by such strong, colossal creatures. The sea, what an amazing creature that will some day overpower us all and reign supreme with it's waves that break and the glorious sound of it during the night. The sea always sounds better at night, peaceful and relaxed, reminding you of it's giving nature when all we do is take from it and dump into it our waste, and often our tears, because what is more 'alive' than sobbing into the gentle sea. For the colossal beasts that are the mountains, the over lookers and protectors of us that stand so strong against harsh winds and armies of warriors and climbers that wish to challenge the mountains, what fools to think they can beat the nature of such a vain show off. I compare myself to the sea and the mountains, and the billions of people they surround and I feel truly insignificant. It's hard to feel you can amount to your best potential when your competition is an entire world of purity and beauty, an entire world of war, and community, and love and hate and peace and nature. It scares me to live in a world where there are people identical to myself, and then better. A step up from my normal pessimistic, somewhat narcissistic, fearful way of life, full of adoration for anyone remotely interesting and reading book after book getting lost in their stories to avoid facing the world ahead of me. You may describe me as 17, someday I wish to describe me as so much more.
  • Leah Danni
    Published about a year ago
    Travelling Over the Seas

    Travelling Over the Seas

    I want to share a very special, very unique story with you, dear reader, in hopes that you walk away from whatever device you are reading from with a newfound hope and desire within yourself.
  • Derek Evers
    Published about a year ago
    Trust

    Trust

    "Don't look at them, don't think about them, don't even for a second think you have a chance at feeling normal." The thoughts that ran through my mind daily while I pretended to be someone I wasn't.