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The Power of Community Involvement: How Local Engagement Transforms Lives and Builds Stronger Societies
Participation is essential in building strong and active communities. When people engage themselves in society at different levels, they help to shape the common goal and human development and ultimately promote the welfare of all. In this article, we discuss the effectiveness of community participation and how it can change the lives of the participants and society at large.
By Paul Vavrinchik2 years ago in Journal
Which foundation is best for my skin type?
In a world obsessed with perfection, where every blemish and flaw is scrutinized under the unforgiving lens of society, finding the right foundation is more than just a beauty task—it becomes an intimate journey of self-discovery and acceptance. This is especially true for those who, like Samantha, have spent years battling with their skin, only to find that the real struggle lies within. Samantha’s skin was her greatest insecurity. As a teenager, acne was a constant companion, leaving behind scars and a rough texture that seemed impossible to smooth over. Each glance in the mirror was a painful reminder of the insecurity she tried so hard to conceal. Layer upon layer of foundation and concealer only made her feel like she was hiding beneath a mask, never quite achieving the flawless skin she so desperately desired. Her journey toward self-acceptance began on a rainy afternoon when she entered a makeup store, her spirits dampened by yet another breakout. The beauty consultant welcomed her with a warm smile, but Samantha could sense the consultant’s silent judgment as her eyes scanned Samantha’s skin. It was a look she had grown used to over the years—one that made her feel self-conscious and exposed. As they discussed her concerns, the consultant asked Samantha a question that caught her off guard: “What’s your skin type?” It was a simple question, yet Samantha realized she didn’t have an answer. She had always focused on the problems—acne, redness, scars—without truly understanding the nature of her skin. The consultant explained that before choosing a foundation, it was essential to understand her skin’s needs. Skeptical but eager for a change, Samantha took this advice to heart. She began researching her skin, discovering that she had combination skin with an oily T-zone and dry cheeks. This revelation was a turning point. Instead of blindly applying products, she started to tailor her skincare routine to address her specific needs. Slowly, she began to see changes. Her skin became less oily in some areas, the dryness improved, and her breakouts lessened. But while the condition of her skin improved, the scars and uneven texture remained—a stubborn reminder of the battles she had fought. With renewed confidence, Samantha returned to the makeup store, armed with knowledge about her skin. The consultant introduced her to foundations designed for combination skin—lightweight, non-comedogenic, and natural in finish. As she tried different shades, Samantha felt a mix of hope and fear. Would this foundation be the one to finally make her feel beautiful? When she found her perfect shade, it was more than just a match for her skin tone; it felt like a match for her soul. The foundation glided on smoothly, evening out her complexion without feeling heavy or mask-like. For the first time in years, Samantha felt like she could look in the mirror and see herself—not just her flaws. Over time, as Samantha’s relationship with her skin evolved, she began to embrace her imperfections. She saw beauty in her skin’s unique texture, in the way it glowed when she smiled. Makeup became less about covering up and more about enhancing what was already there. She experimented with blush, highlighter, and eyeshadow, not to hide but to celebrate her features. The most profound change was in how Samantha viewed herself. She no longer felt the need to apologize for her skin or to hide behind layers of makeup. She grew comfortable going out with minimal makeup or even bare-faced, secure in the knowledge that her worth wasn’t tied to how flawless her skin appeared. The foundation had become a symbol of her journey—a journey from shame to self-love. Samantha’s story is a testament to the power of understanding your skin and finding products that work with it, not against it. It’s a reminder that beauty isn’t about perfection; it’s about embracing who you are, flaws and all. In the end, the best foundation is the one that makes you feel confident and beautiful, not because it hides your flaws, but because it enhances the natural beauty that has been there all along. Samantha’s journey teaches us that the search for the perfect foundation is, at its core, a journey toward self-love and acceptance.
By Angel Mlambo2 years ago in Journal
25 Things I've Learned By 25
This year, I turned 25, marking the quarter of a century, my silver year, and my frontal lobe is now fully developed... allegedly.
By Jordan Craft2 years ago in Journal
Do you want to know how I am feeling?
I’m delighted to see your interest in knowing how I am. Well, the answer is yes—I’m doing great, and I hope the same for you. Life has its ups and downs, but overall, I believe we are all doing well in our own spaces, don’t you think? Some of you might be fully aware that you’re doing just fine, but for others, there might be a cloud of doubt. If you’re among those who are unsure of how they are doing, I’m here to tell you that you don’t need to worry so much.
By Bhawarth S. Saraswat2 years ago in Journal
Types Of Understanding As A Leader
To Succeed as a Leader, you must have Understanding. But what does that mean? If you look at a dictionary it will say something to the effect of "Having Comprehension", but of What?
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHM2 years ago in Journal
The Real End Of Everything
“The very moment you leave your assigned body, that's the end of the character or role you've been playing.” Yes, just like in movies, this so-called reality seems to have no difference. Many people I've been in touch with are so afraid of the word “death.” They just shush me and chant some holy names whenever this word comes out of my mouth. But unknowingly, I don’t know why I’m so into this; I want to deeply see what's hidden beyond this and that. I might get hurt, but who cares? I've observed it many times: whenever I see a small creature at its end, it struggles for a few seconds to leave the body, and then everything becomes so silent. Where do they go? Why the silence? The body just lies there, unmoving, cold, pale, and powerless. Who is it that makes the body alive? Afterward, where do they vanish? No one sees, and neither do I. People love, adore, and take very good care of those with them. The moment that silence comes, they can't help themselves and act as needed, preparing to turn that loved one into ashes. Because nobody's going to love a dead, pale, and possibly rotting mass of flesh and bones. And guess what? Some even start to fear it in the name of ghosts. Will people be afraid of me in the same way one day, when I leave this body? I might have to see this for myself. The truth about fear is memory. And as long as I’m in no one’s memories, nobody will be afraid. That sounds like a great relief because I don’t want to scare anyone with the lifeless body that can’t even move itself. Our parents did a great job teaching us this fear of ghosts and dead bodies. And for that reason, I’ve never seen one, and I can’t remember them as they seem different to me. But when it comes to birds and animals, I have seen and witnessed a lot. I feel them when they leave my embrace. For an instant, I thought, "Is this what I need?" There’s great pain, and I don’t know if anybody is happy to leave their former self; they wish to spend a little more time. Except for those who want neither and are free from wanting—such a great joy. Every little creature on this planet loves its own assigned body; they nurture it like eternity. As we think, we are not so different from the actors we see on TV; they play the role as long as the character is needed and leave the moment it's no longer required. “I know I have no conscious experience of all this, but we are not unknown. That’s what I believe.” When the movie ends, nobody calls the player by the character's name. Everyone knows who the character really is and its so-called real identity. But in the case of a living body, when it becomes unmoving, all the possible relatives or unrelated people want nothing but to get rid of it as soon as possible, calling it unholy, dirty, etc. Whether it's turned into ashes or decomposed, it doesn't matter anymore. “Where's the love they showed all those years or times?” “What happened to the possessiveness they claimed as their own?” “Why not embrace it, feel it, and love it like they used to?” “Isn’t that the one they raised, loved, and adored?” To my surprise, no one ever shows pure respect to the unmoving body, whether alive or dead. We humans can respect and be respected as long as we are receiving some benefit and benefiting others. After that, nobody cares. There's a hidden disgust, but it can't be shown until it's someone we don't know or aren't related to. We can't go near or touch it. “The possessiveness never ends, but the love might.” They forget as memories fade. That’s the real end of the character when there's no memory left to remember the person. These thoughts make me restless every day and uninterested in everything. There's nothing left I can love or like. I know, “I can't love the way they want, but I can respect the way I know.” Sometimes, I think it’s better to live in ignorance and enjoy whatever you desire, rather than being half-wounded and unable to fully recover. No wonder why Buddha said, “Life is suffering.” Sometimes, I am afraid to touch, and sometimes to see. My eyes hurt so much from seeing this. I see, I am becoming speechless, not knowing what to say or write further. I can't put my thoughts together correctly, and some of them may make no sense to some people, as everything and some opinions are not accepted in our so-called society. Many of you might disagree, dislike, or have different opinions on this, and I agree. I’m used to this, as I’ve always been silent. There’s a lot of condemnation of my thought patterns, and I can’t even help myself; it's making it so hard for me to cope with every single day. Thousands of thoughts come every second, and I watch them all the time, fighting with themselves and trying to rise above one another just to prove themselves right. I let them do what they want because I’m tired of controlling them. I just let them be free as their own. So feel free to share your thoughts; I can handle them. Thank you so much for reading my meaningless and senseless error thoughts up to this point. Just as unknown. Thank you all. ---
By SD Silone2 years ago in Journal
Maa vaishno devi temple
### THE SPIRITUAL JOURNEY TO VAISHNO DEVI: A PILGRIMAGE OF FAITH, LOVE, AND DEVOTION Nestled amidst the Trikuta Mountains in Jammu and Kashmir, the Vaishno Devi Temple stands as one of the most revered pilgrimage sites in India. It is not just a place of worship, but a journey that intertwines faith, love, and spirituality, drawing millions of devotees from across the globe every year. The temple is dedicated to Goddess Vaishno Devi, who is believed to be an incarnation of Goddess Durga, embodying the collective power of the divine feminine trinity: Mahakali, Mahalakshmi, and Mahasaraswati.
By Mridul Kushwah2 years ago in Journal
How could anyone not like children?
When I was a kid (a child from birth to age 18) I didn't like other children except for the rare one who was kind enough to be my friend. I thought they were foolish, over emotional, rambunctious, dangerous, rude, thoughtless, and often cruel. I avoided them as much as possible (with the exception of that rare one I called friend) and tried to spend most of my time learning from the adults - my parents and teachers. Most people thought I was a very obedient, well behaved, angelic child until my teen years when I began to assert myself more and it seemed rebellious. Now I know that was a necessary stage and transition into my adult life.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Journal
What If Everyone Went Vegetarian?
Most likely, you or someone you know follows a vegetarian diet, so we thought we'd give it a go. What would happen if all people suddenly adopted a vegetarian diet?
By Mariam Fathalrahman2 years ago in Journal
Cảm ơn Việt Nam. Content Warning.
Cảm ơn Việt Nam 1. Memories Our council estate was the nicest one in Weston. We had a big back yard and even a cherry tree in the front garden. Staring out of the front bedroom window every childhood spring, I’d wonder, longingly, when the beautiful white blossom would come.
By Jonny Evans2 years ago in Journal
African Union Was Funded 75% By the European Union in 2023
Tuesday, 6 August 2024 By: TB Obwoge Most people especially Africans think that they fund the African Union, much like the various African economic groups such as ECOWAS which is CEDEAO in French and the EAC Bloc. The EAC Bloc is a group of East African countries and ECOWAS is the group of West African countries.
By IwriteMywrongs2 years ago in Journal
NASA Begin 98% Of Bodies Are Built-in With Genius Abilities.
Unleashing Hidden Genius The abstraction that about all individuals acquire ability abilities from bearing is a acute concept. It suggests that our accommodation for creativity, problem-solving, and addition is not bound to a baddest few but is a accepted trait. This award has the abeyant to accommodate how we apperceive intelligence and talent, emphasizing that accurate ability lies aural anniversary of us.
By Pritifinds2 years ago in Journal