Stream of Consciousness
Mastering the Dance of Emotions: Ancient Wisdom for Modern Minds
We are all marionettes, woven from threads of joy, sorrow, anger, and every shade in between. Our emotions, swirling and pulsating, dictate the tempo of our lives, propelling us forward or tethering us to the past. In this intricate performance, can we truly claim control, or are we forever beholden to the whim of our feelings?
By saikat das2 years ago in Humans
Rising from the Ashes
In the midst of the darkness that blanketed the world during the epidemic, rays of hope broke through the clouds, illuminating tales of endurance, fortitude, and humanity. From the streets of bustling cities to the quiet corners of rural towns, stories arose of individuals and groups finding courage and solidarity in the face of extraordinary hardships.
By afolabi opeyemi2 years ago in Humans
The Impact of Communicating With Honesty
Have you ever felt like everything is way more complicated than it should be? Every conversation, every attempt at communication, every expression absolutely drains you? You might be trapped in a cycle of masks and toxic communication.
By Ashley Tripp2 years ago in Humans
One Bar For Me
I awaken likening a cold slab of butter left to refrigerate too long as I pull myself from the flashing of a wild dreamscape and fasten my newfound feet to the Earth. Welcome back. The echoes whisper and then raise their ugly voices out into the neighbourhood. Instead of melting softly in a pot with sips of my morning coffee, tenderizing to the touch of warmth surrounding my exterior, I remain cold and hard and tense in my position on the shelf beside fresh and unused resources. A beer is required. I ride to the garden cafe - not walk, and sit in the restaurant - not the cafe. The lady knows my order too well and produces precisely one, Saigon beer “cam on chi”. I blast fast guitar paired with wicked lyrics to match my enraged and unstable mind. I take out a fine liner pen which is mostly the only one I draw with anymore. The sketchy pictures are a simple way to portray the facts of my inner turmoil. The faces are all both jagged and smooth with patchy and dark coloured edges, all screaming to be heard as they leap from the page to the person. I notice the awareness of the faces around me, they surround me with an awareness that a screaming soul is present and determine that it’s in need of soothing. They gently nod their heads to the sound of music outside the cafe, and ensure it’ll all be okay.
By Michael O'Connor2 years ago in Humans
A Letter To The Little Girl That Saved Me…
When we learn to soften, we respond to our pain from a place of ease. We acknowledge the pain we hold, but we soften the grip, cradle our struggles and try not to attach to them. We forgive—ourselves, others—and find the path towards peace.
By Rasheeda Loves2 years ago in Humans








