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The Day I Learned I Was Nobody
I learned young that self-examination is one of the hardest things humans can do. It takes a lot of effort to recognize and accept our faults.
Rene VolpiPublished 5 months ago in HumansSongbird
There is always pain in life. It seems as if life isn’t worth living if there isn’t pain involved. To grow is to know pain. To love is to know pain. To learn is to know pain. Children are cruel. They poke fun at anything they can notice that is different about another. They migrate into groups of the haves and the have nots, but on the outskirts of those groups are the undesirables. The ones that don’t fit into any mold offered to them.
E.N. GusslerPublished 5 months ago in HumansThe Ocean of Morality
I am lost, drowning In a sea of gray morals Help! I cannot breathe I don’t know what I am doing. I haven’t known what I’ve been doing for quite some time. It seems that since 2016, at least, I have been swimming in an ocean of uncertainty. Up is down, the sky isn’t quite so blue, and right and wrong are nothing but mazes of gray shadows that no one can navigate properly. I don’t know who I am, I barely know what I stand for, and I feel like nothing more than a broken puzzle of likes, interests, and disdains that don’t necessarily fit together well.
Stephanie HoogstadPublished 5 months ago in HumansThis One Time At Starbucks
The Pug was sitting inside a red wagon with wooden sides and plastered with stickers like ‘Doggy Power!” and “I'm a puppy at heart", and other such nonsense. Judging by that and the amount of doggy things the woman had with her, including a bag that looked a lot like a diaper bag, and the way the lady's entire universe was circling around this mutt, I'd say this was her child. She was the type of woman, who, when asked about grandkids, she'd say, "This is your grandchild."
Becky TroupPublished 5 months ago in HumansThe Strands of my Identity
There was a time long ago when I may have been born innocent and pure Such a long time ago in that space within an alternate universe it seems
Novel AllenPublished 5 months ago in HumansMem Beleco
Eyes. I look into the mirror, the mirror covered in uneven condensation, and I see a pair of eyes. Double eyelids, shaped like almonds.
Jennisea RedfieldPublished 5 months ago in HumansPerception Is Everything
Life is not easy for any of us, for one persons mountain, could be another persons mole hill and visa versa. When dealing with individuals who choose to place the value of monetary wealth over the value of people, I feel incredible pity. No matter what situation you may find yourself in, it is up to you to decide, how that situation, whether good, or bad, will effect you.
Kaylon ForsythPublished 5 months ago in HumansThe End is Nigh
The finish line is in sight. Twenty-four more sleeps until retirement. It seems like only yesterday I expressed my intention to retire.
Shelley CarrollPublished 5 months ago in HumansWhat Neighbours Do
“I’m dying.” He said out of the side of his mouth as I stood in the dispensary line at the pharmacy. I was looking for some relief from a nagging bladder infection. I was not prepared for this conversation with my neighbour. A moment passed between us and yet I still couldn’t come up with a response, so I reached out and hugged him, whispering, “I’m so sorry,” into his wrinkled neck. It was the first time I’d ever embraced him. No, that’s not true. One day last Spring, he’d knocked on my door to complain about a dying tree across the road. I slipped through the front door and stood on the porch in my bare feet to discuss the options for the tree. But the conversation went from Town business to neighbourly banter, and then waded into therapy territory. We stood out there for an hour that day. He told me he’d lost a child. That his brother had dementia, as does his wife. He explained his whole life story - where he had come from and how he ended up on Bishop Street, in our little corner of the world. My toes turned purple and stuck to the concrete step.
Christina HunterPublished 5 months ago in Humans10-Year-Letter
I got the idea in my head to write a letter to my fifteen-year old self a couple days ago as a healing practice for me and I thought it would be worth sharing it.
Chloe Rose Violet 🌹Published 5 months ago in HumansEmpathy With A Vowel
The bards of old had it right. Once upon a time there was no names for musical things, no strikes of chord, drumbeats or unified efforts, an array of meaning that doesn't exist in genres. The point was to resonate with an earthly wonder, a far reach to the atmosphere for words to bring forward a sound that matched the clouds. Or any living force that moved nature. Spread your wings, fly a bit was to empathize with a vowel and howl louder than any animal. To make vocal chords disappear and blend as sound in an arrangement known as music. There was only one purpose – to express yourself. To lift your head and send them to chaos, to roll them to the ground, or to lift their spirits to the air. Or just have people forget their troubles for a while. To find your voice is all that matters. So, once upon a time whether it was a bard of old, a thing with wings or ancient wisdom leaving it's stamp on time, an orb was left behind. One to bring wonder to song. Forget is my middle name.
Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle AuthorPublished 5 months ago in HumansGoodbye kiss
When I was pondering what to title the subtitle to this journal entry, article, blog post-whatever you want to call this piece, I originally labeled this “The trauma of abandonment” but then I realized why is everything the ‘trauma of’ because yes, even though the result to things is traumatic, what happens to us is still the reality of it. Reality is what causes the trauma, so I changed the subtitle to “The reality of abandonment” which indeed is traumatic. For example, the similarities to being in a horrific car accident, you can’t control that it happened to you, it’s not your fault that the cars collided in inspectable timing, but it’s the aftermath that you have to live with. The sad result and reality of what happened.
Natasha CollazoPublished 6 months ago in Humans