goals
Understanding your goals to help you achieve them.
Can I Use What’s In My Brain As HRT?
Thanks to poverty, I had an impatient life, so I missed puberty. I thought life saved me, because I witnessed the mental, emotional, and psychological damage it does to many teens. I couldn’t bypass Menopause. I am feeling everything. I think puberty and Menopause are ganging up on me. Every day, I am in pain. I feel everything ten times more.
By Annelise Lords about a year ago in Motivation
What I Wish I Knew Before I Made My First Million
The Real Story Behind the Numbers If someone told me ten years ago that I’d become a millionaire by the age of 33, I probably would’ve laughed. I didn’t come from money. I didn’t have investors, connections, or an MBA. What I had was hunger, hustle, and a desperate desire to escape the paycheck-to-paycheck life I grew up watching my parents live.
By Syed Umar about a year ago in Motivation
"The Quiet Bond"
The park was nearly empty, save for the scattered rustling of leaves and the occasional chirp of a bird daring to break the calm. It was late afternoon, golden light filtering through the trees, casting long, warm shadows across the old wooden bench where Thomas sat with his daughter, Ellie.
By Jawad Khanabout a year ago in Motivation
Elijah’s Silent Battle
He never looked behind him. Elijah was a man who walked like fire bright, bold, and with a certain silence that warned people not to get too close. He was the kind of person who could walk into a room and make the lights feel insecure. Yet, despite his presence, no one really knew him. Not even himself. For years, Elijah had lived under the weight of a shadow his own. But this was no ordinary shadow. It didn’t merely follow him in light. It whispered. It mocked. It remembered things he wished he hadn’t done. It dragged behind him the guilt of lost friendships, decisions he couldn't reverse, and words he never should've said. No matter where he went, the shadow came too long, looming, louder than ever in the stillness of night. One day, he heard about an old hermit who lived atop the Pale Ridge a man rumored to have once rid himself of his own shadow. Desperate, Elijah packed nothing but silence and questions, and set off. The climb was cruel. Each step higher seemed to stretch his shadow farther behind him, like it resisted his escape. But when he finally reached the summit, he found not a wise old man meditating in peace but a small, unremarkable hut with a single mirror leaning against a cracked stone wall. Inside stood an elderly man with no reflection. “You came to burn it,” the man said before Elijah could speak. “How did you know?” “I’ve heard your shadow screaming all the way from here,” he replied, eyes tired but oddly compassionate. “I want it gone,” Elijah said. “It’s... choking me.” The man nodded slowly, then reached for a candle. “Burning a shadow is easy. The hard part is what replaces it.” That night, they began the ritual. Elijah stood barefoot under the full moon, surrounded by salt and ash. The hermit lit the candle and held it behind Elijah’s back. The flame didn’t touch skin. It touched memory. Suddenly, Elijah saw everything at once his failures, the betrayals, the things he had buried under years of denial. He saw his father’s disappointed eyes. He saw a letter he never mailed. He saw the friend he left in a hospital waiting room without saying goodbye. His knees buckled, but the flame didn’t stop. It moved through him, not to destroy, but to reveal. When it was over, he lay in the ashes, trembling. The hermit handed him a mirror. “Look.” Elijah stared. No shadow. But his eyes his eyes were different. They held the storm now. The things he had avoided, the pain he had hidden they had not disappeared. They had moved inside him. “Where did it go?” he whispered. “You absorbed it,” the hermit said. “That is what it means to be free.” Elijah stayed on the mountain for three more days, learning to live without an external shadow. Learning to carry the weight inward where he could control it, face it, even forgive it. When he descended, he moved slower, but lighter. People noticed the change. Some said he looked brighter. Others said he looked haunted. But for the first time, Elijah didn’t care what they saw. Because he knew what he carried and he was no longer afraid of it. Author’s Note: We all have shadows echoes of things we wish we could forget. But what if the path to peace isn’t in escaping them, but owning them? What if true freedom begins not when the past disappears, but when it stops defining you?
By Ashraf about a year ago in Motivation
A Quote a Year
I am Turning 37. So I Wrote 37 Life Quotes. Writing has always been how I process the world. So as I have approached my 37th birthday, I have gathered 37 quotes I’ve written over the years—truths I’ve lived, things I’ve learned, reminders I return to. Here’s what each one means to me, and maybe, to you too.
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Motivation
Understanding Sapiosexuality: When intelligence becomes the ultimate turn-on
In today’s world, where attraction is often portrayed through looks and filters, there exists a quiet, compelling current of desire that’s entirely mental. For some, intellect isn’t just admirable - it’s magnetic. These individuals aren’t swayed by six-packs or stylish wardrobes. Instead, they fall for deep conversations, curious minds, and thoughtful perspectives. These people are known as sapiosexuals - those who are sexually or romantically attracted to intelligence.
By Olena about a year ago in Motivation
Stop romanticizing red flags
Red flags are not quirks - they are signs. We’ve all heard the phrase “love is blind,” but being blind to someone’s harmful patterns is not romantic - it’s risky. In the early stages of a relationship, it’s easy to confuse intensity with affection, and inconsistency with mystery. But if someone’s behavior leaves you anxious, questioning your worth, or second-guessing your reality, that’s not passion - it’s a problem. Red flags don’t fade with time; they only become bigger issues if ignored. The sooner you stop romanticizing them, the sooner you can protect your heart.
By Olena about a year ago in Motivation
Stop wasting your time on people who treat you good one day and then act like you don’t exist the next day
Your energy is too valuable for emotional games. We live in a world where people sometimes treat others as temporary entertainment rather than permanent connections. It’s easy to get drawn in by moments of sweetness, only to be left cold by the silence that follows. You deserve better than unpredictable affection and mixed emotions. Your time, love, and effort are not things to be tossed around. Start protecting your peace by recognizing inconsistency as a red flag—not a romantic mystery.
By Olena about a year ago in Motivation
A Whisper That Echoes Loud
(A story that sings in silence) “When the heart broke, a sound escaped. But when trust shattered… even silence began to scream.” The qawwal sat cross-legged in front of his harmonium. The hall was packed, the crowd buzzing with anticipation. The mic crackled softly as he leaned forward. Fingers poised. Eyes closed. A breath held… and then nothing. Not a single note. No rhythm. No voice. Just… silence. At first, the audience was confused. Then, slightly amused. Whispered jokes began to ripple across the room. “Has he forgotten the lyrics?” “Maybe his voice gave out?” “Or maybe it’s part of the act?”
By AK Popalabout a year ago in Motivation
It’s All About Who Stands in the Rain With You
In life, we all crave connection—people who will walk with us, laugh with us, and stand by us. But the truth is, not every smiling face is meant to stay for the long haul. The measure of real friendship, love, or loyalty isn’t found in the easy days, but in the difficult ones. When the skies darken and life throws its worst, that’s when the truth about people around us begins to unfold. Let’s talk about understanding who really matters—the ones who walk through storms with you, not just the ones who dance in the sun.
By Olena about a year ago in Motivation
