humanity
The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.
Remembering Tony Bennett: The Enduring Legacy of the "King of the American Songbook"
The music world mourns the loss of a true legend as news breaks of Tony Bennett's passing at 96. A trailblazer in jazz and traditional pop standards, Bennett's illustrious career spanned over seven decades, leaving an indelible mark on the American Songbook genre.
By Ariful Islam Molla3 years ago in Journal
Betrayal
When you are the betrayer, you justify your action's, rationalise them. They hurt me, they would do it too given a chance, just this one time, I'll make it up to them, and the worst of lie of all, no one will know! But you know. If you have any humanity inside , you will carry this for all your life. You know the treachery you have partaken in, and the devastation it has left in its wake.
By Barry Scollard3 years ago in Journal
Pain
I am thinking a lot about Pain. I suppose it's natural as I'm currently in quite a lot of pain. Pain is a strange thing really. Sometimes I look back on times I was hurt in the past, a serious fall, trips to the hospital, servered skin, blood and bruises. Some healed quickly, some slow and for most nothing remains, but faint white scars. The body heals and my mind seems to forget the true extent of the pain. Recently I fell from a height. I remember seeming to almost hang in the air for a long moment. Those moments the whole world just stops, a second feels like an entire lifetime before I hit the ground. I knew in that moment it would hurt. I was full of fear and the sheer and primal panic that comes when I am completely powerless and have utterly no control, no hope of being saved completely consumed me.I REMEMBER those feelings I can bring them to me now as clear and fresh as if it happened this morning. They say pain has no memory, perhaps that's why I find it so difficult to recall what happened in my body next. I know I hit the ground, I know I felt my very bones crack and vibrations went from my toes to head. I know every pain receptor in my body lit up as the pain burned through me like fire in a hay field. I know I opened my mouth to scream and no sound came, just the silent scared tears of man temporarily reduced to infancy again. You see I know it happened I can tell the story, but the memory of the pain is dull and hollow, as though hidden behind fog. It has always been this way for me, my body forgets. It's a strange thing the way I remember pain especially physical pain,that perhaps is why they say pain has no memory. The pain that I feel today didn't come form an injury at least not a physical one. It's a deep Emotional wound. You see bones will mend but some wounds, the wounds of the heart,of the soul, stay with you forever. Time heals all they say! And to some extent I have found that to be true My body recovers yes but traces of the injuries remains a thin white scar, a creaky knee, a stiff back we all carry these marks as roadmaps of our lives. But Time has not healed the deep wounds of my heart. Sometimes I think some wounds are simply too deep and there is nothing to be done. Oh some of them have been dulled for sure that is true. And I do everything in my power to avoid facing them. But sometimes there is nothing to be done Sometimes in the dark of night, in the lonely evenings, in those desperate moments of self loathing and self pity and utter despair. I return to these memories these painful private treasures that I guard so closely. When I take them out of the secret places of my heart,the memories are still so sharp I must be careful not to cut myself on them, as I so often do. As I write this I realise how strange a thing that is to do to be Suffering and then recall the times I suffered before as if I need extra punishment. When really I should be trying to lessen my anguish. It's almost like a very insidious form of selfharm. Today I feel all of this and more, the wounds of my inner self are burst open and blood flows from them, in the form of tears, of panic, of anxiety, of depression and the darkest of thoughts.My heart aches in my chest with each beat it spreads this pain through my body, and now my chest feels like it's going to implode. Time heals! Feel your feelings! It will pass! You'll grow from this! The words of the wise are of little comfort to me today. Today I am as a child, who cries for his mother to pick him up, just to know he is not alone in this world. To be held and comforted. But there is no one to comfort , no one to hold me today. Today I must be strong and hold myself.
By Barry Scollard3 years ago in Journal
Spiritual Experience. Content Warning.
First off before I get started I would like to say I am religious. I believe in God. I would like to share my story with others, so, if you are offended or do not believe in God or are spiritual, you may not want to continue reading my real life experience. I kindly ask you to respect my beautiful experience and hope someday you can have your own.
By Lizxotic Creations3 years ago in Journal
Memories: 11 August 2025
11 August 2025 … https://youtu.be/eAj1gdAjxH8?si=vjy_pj5YnDVSGL36 “Rainbow Lorikeet Fressers :-)” 11 August 2024 I feel slightly better after a very long sleep last night. Apparently I stopped breathing 2.6 times per hour, even with the cpap mask blowing air into my lungs. Hmmm. I suppose it’s an improvement on me shutting down 37 times each hour. Choose life. Keep breathing.
By Archived User3 years ago in Journal
Potential therapeutic target for Parkinson's disease.
PD is a highly prevalent neurodegenerative condition, with no precise mechanisms for midbrain dopaminergic neurons (mDANs) loss in the substantia nigra. Nurr1, a nuclear receptor, is a potential therapeutic target for PD; however, its role in PD pathogenesis is unclear.
By maurine otieno (ondusomo)3 years ago in Journal
Memories: 10 August 2025
10 August 2025 6:19 am I just woke up from a very intense dream about Linda Moulton Howe, the ufologist. She was having some kind of heart attack with lots of heart palpitations along with hallucinations, both auditory and visual. I rang 911 and was trying to explain her symptoms but they just kept treating me as if I were crazy. It was very upsetting as I feared she might die while I was getting her help. In real life I hope she is okay as she is in her early 80s.
By Archived User3 years ago in Journal
Memories: 9 August 2025
9 August 2025 9 August 2024 7:22 am. Awake. A better night. Only got up twice. (Around 2 am then again at dawn). Pretty good especially after wrangling with two Optus reps like two giant serpents flying around my head and the distress of those two parking infringement notices from the same day. Farrrrkkkk.
By Archived User3 years ago in Journal
Objectives of Accounting
In the present complex and quickly developing business scene, bookkeeping assumes a urgent part in guaranteeing monetary straightforwardness, working with powerful direction, and advancing responsibility inside associations. At the center of this fundamental discipline lie a bunch of obvious targets that act as core values for bookkeeping rehearses. In this exhaustive blog entry, we will dig further into the central goals of bookkeeping, featuring their importance and investigating how they add to the smooth working and development of organizations.
By Mahnoor Malik3 years ago in Journal
