Secrets
What I Learned While Chasing Big Goals With Zero Investment
There was a time when I believed that big goals required big money. Every success story I heard seemed to begin with resources—capital, connections, or a safety net that made risk feel manageable. When I looked at my own situation, I saw none of that. No funding. No shortcuts. No one waiting to back me if I failed.
By Saboor Brohi about a month ago in Confessions
USA, Israel, and Iran-What’s Really Happening
Tensions in the Middle East: USA, Israel, and Iran — What’s Really Happening In the past few days, international attention has focused on a high-profile meeting between Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu and former U.S. President Donald Trump at Trump’s private estate in Florida. The talks were not about routine diplomacy — they centered on growing concerns over Iran’s ballistic missile and nuclear programs and how the United States and Israel might respond.
By Wings of Time about a month ago in Confessions
Who a person is to begin with
I recently entered into an argument with a long time friend, we argued about politics and on our point of view when it came to global politics happening right now in the world, I’ll spare you the details, the main point was I disagreed with how it was being done meanwhile he agreed.
By real Jemaabout a month ago in Confessions
I Didn’t Know I Was Allowed to Say No
No one raised their voice. No one threatened anything. That’s what makes it hard to explain. It happened in a room that felt official enough to be intimidating and ordinary enough to seem safe. The kind of place where clocks tick too loudly and the chairs are meant to keep you alert, not comfortable. Someone stood while I sat. Someone spoke while I listened. The imbalance was subtle, but it was there.
By Megan Stroupabout a month ago in Confessions
Between Hate and Love
Have you ever paused to wonder how quickly love can turn into hate—or how hate can quietly mask love beneath the surface? One moment you care deeply, and the next you feel anger, resentment, or distance. This emotional tension is something almost everyone experiences, yet few truly understand. Between hate and love lies a powerful, confusing, and deeply human space—one that shapes our relationships, decisions, and even our sense of self.
By John Smithabout a month ago in Confessions
The Quiet Power of Presence: Trust, Desire, and the Weight of Being
I can still feel the chill of that evening, the way it made my skin keenly aware of itself. I leaned against the balcony railing of a small apartment, watching the streetlights flicker below, glowing softly through the dimming dusk. He was there, a few steps away, his gaze on the streets as if he could read the rhythm of life beneath him. There was nothing performative in his posture, no dramatic gesture to draw attention. Yet the way he existed in that space—calm, grounded, and unassuming—pulled me in. I became painfully aware of how his presence shaped the air around him, shaping me in subtle, unnameable ways.
By SATPOWERabout a month ago in Confessions
The Legacy of Shadows: Twilight of Honor in the Kingdom of Goals. AI-Generated.
In this December 2025, the sun hammered down on the marble pavements of Casablanca like a merciless king asserting his rule. The air was thick, salted by the nearby sea, already carrying that excitement that quickly turns to madness. The Africa Cup of Nations had arrived in Morocco with promises of glorious rebirth, but as always, it dragged along its share of dark tales—whispered in the plush corners of luxury hotels. It's a saga as old as football itself, but in Africa, it takes on the tones of a Shakespearean drama: a sport born in the dust of neighborhood streets, forever haunted by the ghosts of scams and cheating.
By Laurenceau Porteabout a month ago in Confessions
I felt loved.
For the first time I felt different. I felt like I don't have to pretend anymore. I was accepted as I was. Oldest friend of mine, whom I met after completing my 10th grade. I joined an institute that would cover the gap between 10th and 11th basically called bridge course. I joined the afternoon classes but it felt like my whole day was occupied. So, during last days, I changed my class time and shifted to morning classes.
By Shristi Pandit2 months ago in Confessions
The Night My Headphones Saved My Marriage
The morning my world quietly split in two began not with a fight, but with a faint, persistent buzz. My sleek white wireless earbuds, a prized gift from Maya just a year ago, were dying. Again. With a sigh, I fumbled for the charging case on my cluttered bedside table. It wasn't there.
By arman jan2 months ago in Confessions
The Night My Missing Diary Revealed a Living Secret
It began with a sound—the persistent drumming of rain against the rooftop, a lonely rhythm in the midnight silence. I couldn't sleep. The air in my old family home felt thick with the weight of unspoken histories, especially on nights like these. Maybe it was the storm, or maybe it was the quiet ache that comes from knowing too many questions were left unanswered in these very rooms. My grandfather had passed away six months ago, and the attic remained untouched, a sealed chapter.
By arman jan2 months ago in Confessions
The Love That Still Haunts Her
Juliet was thirteen the first time the world truly broke her. Before that, she'd always known she was different — but it hadn’t been punished yet. She thought maybe, if she was just sweet enough, just smart enough, just kind enough, the world would leave her alone. It didn’t.
By Shelley Rosetti2 months ago in Confessions
