humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Psychotic
I sat in my car with everything I owned packed up in the back seat. Tears were running down my face and my sobs would not stop. I was at that low point where all I could think about was all the wrong I've done in my life; I started filling my head with these negative thoughts about myself, about my life, and about every person in my life who I swear thinks nothing good of me. I'm sure it was the equivalent of the devil whispering in my ear.
By Madison Loucks8 years ago in Humans
Gratitude
I was on social media the other day and came across a really interesting quote by Anne Frank. The quote reads, “Dead people receive more flowers than the living ones, because the regret is stronger than gratitude." This quote really got me thinking, my family and I lost both of our grandfathers a few years back and my parents always say that they would do anything just to have one more moment with their dads, they would do anything just to see them smile one last time. Many people likely have that same thought, but why? Why do so many people express that feeling? Thinking about how people often say or think that I began to wonder, Is their regret stronger than their gratitude? What can I do to make sure my regret won’t be stronger than my gratitude? What can we all do to make sure our regret won’t be stronger than our gratitude?
By Jordyn Goolsby8 years ago in Humans
The Millennial Mold
The Millennial stereotype is like every other stereotype a biracial teen like myself has to face. It's a misunderstanding — a label that was smacked on my forehead like a sticker on a steak. I have a flavor, size, marbling limit, and price that I am supposed to be worth — the maximum and minimum that which my abilities will be bought and sold for.
By Lavon Swygert8 years ago in Humans
Unhealthy Thing
I think I’ve always been inclined to desire unhealthy things. I don’t know why. I certainly didn’t have a difficult childhood, nor would I consider myself a victim of abuse or neglect. I think technically I come from a broken home, but that’s only because of a minorly messy divorce and my own need to feel like an outcast. Other than the occasional wrist grab and the one time my mother spanked me as an infant, I’ve never been in any situation that could be evaluated as threatening. I would describe my life as mild. Nothing special, nothing bad, just mild. Yet, I still feel the hopeless pull to interact, seek, and fall in love with the most unhealthy of situations.
By Wednesday Levern8 years ago in Humans
The Widow's Mind
She stood at the top of her house, the sea breeze rustling through her fine brown hair. Upon the sun’s brief returns, there was a tint of yellow and red, hitting her tight bun so, it created a halo above her head. Under her cloak, she wore the traditional widow’s black, a stern expression on her face. Daffodil Unistentasious watched the goings-on of the children beneath, her green-blue eyes pooling water.
By Faith Young8 years ago in Humans
Me, to Be or Not to Be?
I've been the same person my entire life. I know, it sounds ridiculous. Right now you're thinking, "Well, isn't everybody"? To answer your question, no. People around me have gone through more personality changes than they have clothes. (Okay, that might be a stretch but you get it.) I've never been that way, not until recently. My memories started at the age of 7, when I woke up in a tiny 1 bedroom apartment knowing exactly who I was. I remember that day and moment as if it just happened. What did I feel exactly? To put it simply, it was a sense of belonging. Now I'm 23 and I can't say I know who this person I embody really is. Everyone loves to typecast me though, because what better way to utilize their time than to try and analyze me? I've been referred to as the simple girl, the mature one, the strong personality alpha female, the conservative one, and my favorite, the weirdo. I never cared for these titles because I knew the truth. I wasn't ever just one of those things, I was all of them. But now, in what seems like such a broken world where my sense of belonging has withered away with the dreams and aspirations of those who struggle to get by, the girl who looks back at me from the mirror is unfamiliar. Studying my exterior and concealing my interior, the only reflections I see are those of a lost soul. I'm struggling but no one sees it, and I'm afraid no one cares for it.
By Persia Lee8 years ago in Humans
Why Bullying Isn't OK
Bullying happens more than we'd like to admit. It happens in our personal life, social life, work life, and it also happens in our school lives. However, not everyone will get bullied, or will get bullied to the extent that they will associate themselves with getting bullied.
By Tanisha Dagger8 years ago in Humans
