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All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.

When ‘Almost’ Broke My Heart
There is a special kind of pain in almost. Almost is that space between hope and heartbreak, between possibility and reality, where your heart hangs in the balance and sometimes, just sometimes, it shatters. I know because I have been there. I have loved someone in a way that made me believe in forever, only to realize that forever wasn’t mine to keep. Almost broke my heart, and it took time, tears, and courage to learn how to survive it.
By Kashif Wazir10 months ago in Humans
a man who wished he were a rock . AI-Generated.
Under a big rock, beneath its heavy shadow, John used to sit... John who always dreamed of being an astronaut, not really because he loved that, but because Jessica, the love of his life, once said she wanted to marry one of those "space men" how simple dreams can be.. john never really asked himself why he loved Jessica, the thin girl, not too tall and not too short, with that childish soul and small dreams that fit so well with those born in a faraway village, far from anything modern. She had heard endless stories about astronauts from her cousin who worked in a far city. that cousin John hated, not because he worked in the city, but because he saw in him a real threat to his love for Jessica. she loved when he came to visit the village, not for who he was, or for the gifts he brought, but for those other things the stories, the tales about the city, the people, the roads, the cars... she used to listen and let her mind wander far away, so far, that when he left, she felt an emptiness inside her. she missed those stories. he was like a strange and beautiful world to her. and John, he always noticed that, with sadness and jealousy burning inside, but what could he really do? except burn quietly.. every time Jessica’s cousin came to visit, John would go and sit under that big rock again. I’m not talking here about Zarathustra’s cave or some search for truth. John’s retreat was different, it wasn’t about finding meaning or meditating on life, it was just sadness and anger over a loss he thought was coming, or maybe he only imagined it.. Jessica, during those days, would forget John, forget the people, forget the whole village. her body was there, yes, but her mind and her soul were miles and miles away.. when the cousin left, and John’s return, which meant nothing, Jessica went back to her usual life again, working on the land, helping at home, waiting for the next visit. John could see in her eyes a thousand stories and dreams, but what killed him was knowing he wasn’t even a small part in any of them, not even a side character in her imagination. he saw how she stopped caring about him, and as she grew older, she drifted further away. the boy was about to explode inside.. one night, as usual, John went to her house, had dinner with them, talked and smiled like always. when he left, he looked at Jessica the way Baggio once looked at the ground after missing that cursed penalty... and that was the last time his eyes met hers.. in the end, John’s eyes were saying, I’m not Sisyphus anymore. I left that damn rock where it is. there’s no point in pushing it again.. and I, the one writing these lines, wish my own Jessica could read them and feel John’s burning inside. but my Jessica wouldn’t care anyway. she would probably think it’s just a barbecue, like the great Russian Dostoevsky once said.. Maybe the reason for that is that my Jessica never really looked at me, not even back in our childhood at elementary school. Back then I didn’t understand what those feelings meant since I was just a kid. I just looked at her differently, she was simply more beautiful than everyone, more accepted than everyone, she was perfect in a very simple way. That’s love, it makes you love yourself through the other person, because everything we do is somehow for ourselves, we do it all for our own sake. John loved Jessica because he saw his own happiness with her.
By Just me 10 months ago in Humans
The Text That Ended Everything
It arrived on a quiet afternoon, a notification that seemed harmless at first. I didn’t know it then, but that single text would change everything. The words were short, precise, and final — the kind that leaves no room for argument, no space for negotiation, no hope for repair. It felt like a punch I couldn’t see coming, a sudden storm that tore through the calm I had built around myself. That message didn’t just break my day — it broke a world I thought was unshakable.
By Kashif Wazir10 months ago in Humans
The Paper Lanterns
Every year, on the last night of summer, the people of Lake Yura gathered to set paper lanterns afloat across the water. Each light carried a wish, a memory, or a goodbye.
By Mehmood Sultan10 months ago in Humans
I’m Breaking and They Don’t Even Know It
Motherhood isn’t always pretty. It’s not always gentle or peaceful. Sometimes it’s survival, pure survival. You wake up with your mind already racing, your chest tight, your thoughts heavy. You don’t get the luxury of breaking down because there are little eyes watching, waiting on you to show them everything’s okay, even when it’s not.
By Princess10 months ago in Humans
How It Feels to Love Someone Who’s Already Gone
Loving someone who’s already gone is a strange kind of pain. It’s not sudden or loud, like an argument or a broken promise. It’s quiet, constant, and it settles in your chest like a weight you can’t lift. Their absence is everywhere — in the empty chair at dinner, in the silence of your phone, in the little habits that no longer match with anyone else. Loving someone who’s gone means living with memories that sting and comfort at the same time.
By Kashif Wazir10 months ago in Humans
When Forever Lasted Only a Season
There was a time I believed in forever. The word itself felt like a promise, soft and unbreakable. It rolled off our tongues so easily, like we were spelling out a destiny written just for us. We said “forever” in text messages, whispered it under moonlight, carved it into the backs of our memories like it could hold time still. But forever, I learned, sometimes only lasts a season. And when that season ends, it leaves behind both the warmth of what was and the chill of what will never be again.
By Kashif Wazir10 months ago in Humans
Why do women cheat? 6 facts no one will tell you
It’s still a widely held stereotype that men cheat more often than women. But they are not as innocent as we previously thought because women want sex too. Good sex. While they prefer to enjoy it with their partner, that doesn’t mean they cheat any less than we men.
By Tarek Rakhiess10 months ago in Humans
Tobacco is projected to kill 1 billion people in the next century.. AI-Generated.
The Staggering Projection: Why Tobacco is Poised to Kill One Billion People This Century Imagine a single habit wiping out one billion lives over the next hundred years. That's the grim forecast for tobacco use. Each year, smoking claims about eight million people worldwide, according to the World Health Organization. If nothing changes, those numbers stack up fast into a century-long nightmare.
By Story silver book 10 months ago in Humans
Signs of a Toxic Relationship: How to Recognize the Danger Before It’s Too Late. AI-Generated.
Physically as well as emotionally and psychologically, a toxic relationship can be quite damaging. Many people wait until it's too late to see the warning signs. Toxic relationships can occasionally turn into severe abuse that can even be lethal. This article explains why toxic relationships are harmful, outlines the warning signs of one, and offers advice on what to do if you or someone you know is in one.
By Diana Crooks10 months ago in Humans
Journey to Regulation
Woke up this morning and found something. Oh, what’s this I wonder. It looks like a map. But this isn’t just any kind of map. It appears to be a map of self regulation. “Why do you need that?” Is probably what you’re asking yourself. Well because you’ve become too co-dependent on the people around you. It’s time that you find a sense of autonomy and this is the map that’ll help you find it.
By Joe Patterson10 months ago in Humans
Love vs. Survival in Marriage: Wife vs. the "Nothing to Lose" Mistress—The Brutal Unspoken Truth
Anonymous Asker’s Question: Hi Vivian, thanks so much for your last response. I have a few more questions I’m desperate to unpack: How do you keep love alive long-term in a marriage? If survival trumps love, what mindset should a wife have when facing a mistress who’s got nothing to lose (financially or socially)? And if survival beats morality, isn’t that totally unfair to the wife?
By Vivian10 months ago in Humans