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Living in a dream not in reality
Life is indeed unfair, injustice is what brings sadness and difficulty itself. A dilemma that separates reality from delusion, a hierarchy that makes life's differences far from meaning.
Falih NrhmnPublished 3 months ago in ArtBe Strong or Die
You have to know who you are in this world, or you will perish. This is even more true for woman since the world is constantly telling them what they can and cannot be. Throughout my life I've seen and met some amazing woman that have told me things they've had to do to survive that not only baffle me but make me question the world and its methods entirely. The first one I can think of is my mother. Of course, everyone's Mother is their hero and for good reason. They are the first ones to hold us tightly and show us unconditional love for who we are and who we become. My mother was no different. When I was growing up, she always made me feel less than. The first memory I have of her is not one that is loving, but one where she is screaming at someone, some person or something. I was never told I love you; she never hugged me after doing anything perfect and I could never exceed her expectations. She wanted the world for me and in her eyes the only way I would get that far was brutal punishment. Every day I was called lazy at least once a day from childhood until I left the house. She was unrelenting in this aspect and made sure that I was not worthy to breathe her air or be in the same space as her. There were days when I would ask questions about myself hoping she would verbally come to my rescue and of course she never did. My soul was crushed when I went into the house and when I left the house it felt like my great daily escape. "You are not who you think you are, and you will never amount to anything". "I know you can get A’s, but you bring home B's on purpose and you prove to me how stupid you really are". I was in trouble every year in school for physical violence, verbal abuse and stealing every year until high school, and the only reason it stopped then was because I lost all energy and love for myself to fight back in that way. Each and every time violence was met with more violence. No one asked me what was going on at home. It wasn't their job to understand why I wanted to hurt myself and others. It was their job to punish me for the way that I thought and my actions that followed. "You're dumb just like your father". "Why can't you be normal like Kris and Leonardo?" I blamed her for my childhood being dark and the looming clouds I have over me to this day. Still through all of that she taught me to be kind to other people. She knew that as "dumb" as I was other people were even worse off mentally than I was, and she made sure to tell me that I was supposed to take care of them. Even in that I was a failure to her, but as long as I didn't lose my smile around others the facade could be kept up that I was going through the same things as everyone else. I kept that smile into my adulthood, and it serves me well as a mask.
Tetrenius CobaltPublished 3 months ago in Confessions`DJ Natural Nate: A Journey Of Musical Authenticity and Showmanship
"The true artist is not afraid to try something new and different. Artistry is not about being perfect; it's about putting on a show and making people see that it's real mixing and real tricks." - DJ Natural Nate
Christian BotellaPublished 3 months ago in ArtWomen of Taste Part 3
Welcome to the next chapter of my Women of Taste journey! If you need to catch up, be sure to read parts 1 and 2 before diving into this exciting last course.
Jennifer Lancaster @jenergy17Published 3 months ago in Art- Content Warning
24 Hours
Have you ever wanted to walk out of your life? Just sink into your follies like pajamas, never leaving your bed again? Throw the pillow over your face. Let it do its worst? Hide under the feathery folds of fabric. Stick yourself in between the sheets and the comforter, comforted, if only for a moment?
Christy MunsonPublished 3 months ago in Confessions Women Who Inspire Me: Tara Pidgeon
How many people can say they have a teacher who not only taught them a great deal, but also inspired them, cared for them and became one of their loved ones? Actually, many people can say that and I’m thankful to say I’m one of them, the teacher in question for me is Tara Pidgeon. Today is her birthday and during this Women’s History Month I want to tell the story of how this amazing woman inspired me.
Joe PattersonPublished 3 months ago in Confessions- Content Warning
The Power of Music
Introduction: Music is one of the most significant threads in the tapestry of human existence. Music has always been a part of culture, influencing societies and arousing emotions, from the ancient rhythms that reverberate through the passage of time to the beats of the present. As we set out on our auditory adventure, let’s investigate music’s diverse qualities and enduring influence on our existence.
Obulor VictorPublished 3 months ago in Humor Love circle
Once upon a time, in the small town of Oakwood, lived a shy and introverted teenager named Alex. Alex always kept to himself, lost in his own world of books and music. However, everything changed when he met Lily.
PraiseGod WilliamsPublished 3 months ago in Confessions