fact or fiction
Is it a fact or is it merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the lesser known truths in the corporate culture of Journal.
Apple Unveils iPhone 17, New AirPods, and More
Apple held its yearly product event this week, and the company introduced a wide range of new devices. The main highlights were the iPhone 17, a new version of AirPods, and updates across the rest of its lineup. The event focused on comfort, better performance, and improvements that help people in daily life. Apple did not try to shock the world. Instead, it tried to refine the experience millions of people already enjoy.
By Shakil Sorkar11 months ago in Journal
Why Kids Need Less Screen Time and More Real Interaction Today
The Screens Are Taking Over It’s impossible not to notice how much screens have taken over kids’ lives. Walk through a school hallway and you’ll see students staring at phones between every class. Sit in a restaurant and you’ll see kids scrolling while their parents talk over them. Even during group assignments, someone always tries to do everything through a device.
By Jack DeBrabander11 months ago in Journal
Why Good Teachers Still Matter — And Why Parents Need to Pay Attention
The Classroom Is Changing Education used to feel straightforward. Kids learned reading, writing, math, science — the essentials. Teachers focused on helping students grow into capable adults. But lately, classrooms look different. Parents everywhere are noticing that lessons feel less about learning and more about pushing ideas that don’t always belong in school.
By Jack DeBrabander11 months ago in Journal
Apple Expands Self-Service Repair Program to More Devices and Regions
Apple is making a big change to how people can repair their own devices. The company is expanding its Self-Service Repair program to include more iPads and more regions around the world. This means more users will be able to fix their own Apple products — with real Apple parts.
By Shakil Sorkar11 months ago in Journal
The Journal Keeper
M Mehran The first time I saw the journal, it wasn’t because I was looking for it. I was looking for something far less poetic—my phone charger. But life is strange that way. It rarely gives you what you ask for, only what you need. It was tucked beneath a loose floorboard in my grandmother’s attic, wrapped in a faded blue scarf. The leather was cracked, the edges feathered like pages that had been turned too often. There was no title on the cover. Just a small silver key hanging from a fraying ribbon. I should have put it back. I should have respected the privacy of someone who no longer had the choice to defend it. But grief makes us curious and loneliness makes us brave. So I opened it. The first page stopped me cold. “If someone I love is reading this, it means the world has already taken more than it should.” I sat down slowly on the dusty wooden floor. Sunlight spilled through the attic window in thin gold lines, the kind that make everything feel suspended—air, dust, time, and your heartbeat. My grandmother, who I always knew as calm, proper, and impossibly patient, had written a journal that didn’t sound like her at all. --- Most people think journals are quiet things—kept between pages and never meant to be spoken aloud. But hers was a storm. She wrote about dreams she never chased because she was too busy raising children. About music she wanted to learn but never had the time for. About being seventeen and standing on a train platform with a suitcase she never got to use. And then I reached the line that made my throat tighten. “I hope someone in our family learns to live before life becomes something they remember instead of something they’re inside of.” I closed the journal for a moment. Not because I wanted to—but because suddenly, I couldn’t breathe. I had been living the exact opposite of what she was asking. My own life was a checklist: Wake up. Work. Scroll. Sleep. Repeat. My childhood sketchbooks were empty. My passport unstamped. My dreams postponed because “maybe next year” felt safer than “right now.” I didn’t expect a journal written thirty years before I was born to feel like it was written for me. --- The second time I opened it, I wasn’t alone. My mother had come into the attic looking for her old photo albums. Instead, she found me—cross-legged, tear-stained, and holding the last words of a woman she missed more than she admitted. She sat beside me, and for a long time we didn’t say anything. Finally, she whispered, “I didn’t know she wrote.” “She didn’t,” I said softly. “Not like this.” I handed her the journal, and she held it the way people hold fragile things—not because they might break, but because they already have. We spent the whole afternoon reading it together. Sometimes we laughed—my grandmother complaining about my grandfather’s habit of talking to the television. Sometimes my mother wiped tears before they fell, pretending she had dust in her eyes. But there was one entry none of us were prepared for. --- “If you ever feel lost, start keeping your own journal. Not the kind that records what you did, but the kind that reveals who you are.” She wrote that every person has two lives: The one they live publicly, and the one they write privately. And the second one—the written one—was the truer of the two. My grandmother had never said anything that bold out loud. She spoke softly, lived quietly, and left the room before anyone noticed she had been there. But here, in ink, she was loud and certain and awakened. I realized then that journals aren’t meant to store memories. They’re meant to release them. --- That night, after we finally came down from the attic, I did something I hadn’t done since I was twelve. I bought a journal. Not a digital one, not a notes app—an actual notebook with rough-cut pages and a spine that cracked when it opened for the first time. The page stared at me like a mirror. Blank. Honest. Patient. I didn’t write what I did that day. I wrote what I felt: That I was afraid of wasting my life. That I wanted to travel without waiting for permission. That I missed people I never said goodbye to properly. The pen moved slowly at first. Then faster. It felt like someone unclenched a fist inside my chest. I didn’t know that writing could feel like breathing. --- Weeks passed. My journal began filling with things I didn’t even know I believed—ideas, fears, tiny victories. I noticed small details again: the way rain sounds different on a Monday than on a Saturday. The taste of coffee when you aren’t drinking it in a hurry. My life didn’t suddenly become extraordinary—but it became mine. One evening, my mother knocked on my door. She was holding a journal of her own. “I thought,” she said awkwardly, “maybe it’s my turn.” And just like that, three generations were connected—not through blood, but through ink. --- Yesterday, I returned to my grandmother’s attic, the journal still wrapped in its blue scarf. I didn’t take it with me this time. Some stories aren’t meant to be carried. Some are meant to stay where they can keep teaching. But before I closed the floorboard, I added something inside the scarf: A letter. “I found your words. And I’m finally writing my own. Thank you for giving me a life I hadn’t started living yet.” I don’t know if anyone will ever find it. Maybe years from now, someone else will be searching for a phone charger and instead find a map back to themselves. Because that’s what journals are— Not a record of the past, but a doorway to the person we are still becoming.
By Muhammad Mehran12 months ago in Journal
What lessons does your twin flame reveal that no one else ever could?
A twin flame connection reaches parts of you that no other relationship touches. The bond feels intense because it reflects your deepest patterns. You see truth without filters. You face growth you once avoided. This person shows you yourself in a direct way. The lessons feel sharp but meaningful. They help you rise into a stronger version of you.
By Wilson Igbasi12 months ago in Journal
How do you know if it is your twin flame or a karmic mirror in disguise?
You feel a strong pull toward someone. The connection feels intense. You sense recognition. You feel exposed in ways you cannot explain. These experiences look spiritual. People often label them as twin flame signs. Yet not every intense bond qualifies as a twin flame union. Some are karmic mirrors. They reflect lessons, wounds, and patterns you need to release.
By Wilson Igbasi12 months ago in Journal
Why Hiring a Self-Assessment Accountant Can Save You Money
Navigating personal tax obligations is rarely straightforward. For many individuals, the self-assessment process can feel labyrinthine, laden with unfamiliar terminology, shifting legislation, and deadlines that creep up faster than expected. Missteps can lead to penalties, missed reliefs, or inaccurate filings—all of which translate into unnecessary financial loss. Engaging professional self assessment accountants is one of the most effective strategies for reducing this risk while simultaneously enhancing long-term financial efficiency.
By Self Assessment Tax Return12 months ago in Journal
The Winter Ritual That Brings Me Back to God
Winter in Canada doesn’t ask permission before it arrives. It settles in quietly, almost reverently, as if the season itself remembers the One who spoke creation into being. Before the first snow touches the ground, winter announces itself through a slow dimming of the afternoon sky, a deeper chill in the morning air, and the way the light folds inward earlier each day. I have lived through many winters now, but each year, the first sign of the season still catches me off guard. It feels like the world is exhaling, preparing for a long rest.
By Tahira Ikram12 months ago in Journal
The Rise of Eco-Conscious Innovation: How Carolina Guerreno Is Driving Change
The shift toward sustainability is one of the most significant global transformations of our time. Across industries, companies are reevaluating their practices and operations to reduce environmental impact and align with new expectations of responsibility. At the forefront of this movement is Carolina Guerreno, whose leadership at EcoClean Innovations is reshaping how businesses approach environmental challenges with creativity, intelligence, and purpose.
By Carolina Guerreno12 months ago in Journal
