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I think my soulmate found me in my dream
Another normal, boring evening. Made dinner, ate that and went to bed. I have been working on building my online business and following my heart calling. It is actually quite strange for me to be doing this and I know there is going to be people judging me. Honestly I think thats the hardest part. Staying true and believing in yourself through all of it. Im going to share how I did it.
By Ella Loftus5 days ago in Confessions
When the Universe Went Silent
Not in words, but in signals — pulses of light, waves of radio energy, bursts of radiation crossing impossible distances. Modern science has turned that curiosity into a global effort. Giant radio telescopes now listen to the cosmos the way deep-sea microphones listen to whales.
By Aiman Shahid5 days ago in Confessions
Broke Family
My mother, Summer, and my father, James, were never the love story people imagine when they think of their parents. Their story begin with pain, long before I was born. My mother was young, vulnerable, and trapped in a relationship where love had been replaced by fear. He drank, disappeared with friends, came home angry, violent, irrational. And my mother, with a child from a previous marriage, endured everything in silence.
By Lydia martinez5 days ago in Confessions
When the Sky Turned Red: The Science Behind Blood Rain
There are moments in history when nature has seemed to step straight out of myth. Imagine standing beneath dark clouds as rain begins to fall—not clear, not gray, but red. Puddles form like diluted crimson ink. Roofs, streets, and clothing stain pinkish-scarlet. To ancient witnesses, this was not weather. It was a warning.
By Aiman Shahid6 days ago in Confessions
When Being Busy Becomes a Way to Avoid Yourself
Busyness is often praised as a virtue. We wear it like a badge of honor. When someone asks how we’re doing, we answer, “Busy,” as if it explains everything—and excuses us from saying more. In a world that rewards productivity and movement, being busy feels safe. It feels responsible. It feels like proof that we matter.
By Aiman Shahid7 days ago in Confessions
When Being “Strong” Becomes a Silent Prison
Strength is one of the most celebrated traits in modern culture. We admire it. We reward it. We build entire identities around it. From a young age, many of us are taught that being strong means not crying, not complaining, not slowing down. Strength means enduring. Strength means surviving. Strength means carrying on, no matter how heavy the weight becomes.
By Aiman Shahid9 days ago in Confessions
Scrambled Eggs and Silence
The Year Was 1967 I was four years old. My world was small but crowded—my parents, my two little sisters barely out of babyhood, and me. We lived high above the street in a middle-class high-rise, fourteen floors up, trying to build a life like everyone else. Both my parents worked, which meant that, like so many families, we relied on a babysitter.
By Debbie10 days ago in Confessions
When Silence Becomes a Survival Skill
Silence is often misunderstood. We tend to see it as weakness, avoidance, or fear. In a world that celebrates loud opinions, bold personalities, and constant expression, staying quiet can look like surrender. But for many people, silence is not a lack of courage—it is a learned survival skill.
By Aiman Shahid10 days ago in Confessions
Benefits of Looking Forward To Something
Everyone looks forward to something because it is part of life. When we were younger, we looked for most things that were different from what we look forward to now that we are older. Even so, we might still look forward to some of the same things: birthdays, holidays (some more than others), graduation, first job, dating, marriage, anniversaries, raising a family, and more.
By Margaret Minnicks12 days ago in Confessions
