Childhood
Finding My Voice: A Singer's Journey to Overcome Self-Doubt and Connect with Others through Music
As a singer, I've always known that music has the power to heal. There's something about the vibrations of sound that can touch us deep within our souls, bringing us comfort and joy when we need it most. But what I never expected was just how much music would help me heal my own wounds.
By Abhishek Vijayan3 years ago in Confessions
Fear of Covid
Covid…..the mere utterance of it still sends shivers down my spine. Is it just a flu? Or is it really a deadly virus? Being a contagious virus that is believed to have originated from an animal, managing to spread throughout all quarters the world. No country has escaped the devastating effects of this mutating virus with a new strain emerging every few months.
By Ashwinni S3 years ago in Confessions
The Little Boy
I had always been a pretty average kid growing up. I didn't have any particularly noteworthy talents, I wasn't good at sports and I was an 'okay' student. I went through each day in a daze, just going through the motions and trying to figure out what I was going to do as an adult.
By Emilie Turner3 years ago in Confessions
Modern Stories of Atlas
As I enter the living room, I hear the familiar blare of the T.V.. A Suns vs Spurs game is on. My mom is working in the Livingroom and watching the game. Occasionally, I hear her say something to the T.V. in frustration or joy. Barefoot, I'm dancing around the upper Livingroom, as I did back then, and jumping on a chair that could fully spin around. For some reason, that day, I sit on the long-step down to our Livingroom and watch. I saw the players on the court and the seats full of fans. It was all so fast-paced and exciting. After 5 minutes my mom is explaining little bits of what is going on in the game. After about 20 minutes I'm rooting for the Suns. 30 mintues I tell her "I don't like that guy", a player who had just fouled a Suns player, and possibly also because he was out working my team. If my memory is correct, it was David Robinson I said that about. The next time I would say that, it would be about Patrick Ewing. That guy always bothered me when he was on the court. My mom laughed and smiled. Now, when I think back to that memory I recognize amusement in her expression when I say that. She responded "Who?". She started saying numbers on the jerseys. I got up and pointed him out on the T.V. and repeated the number after I decided I knew what number it was. I was young. After pointing out the culprit her smile widened and she said, "Really. Why? Yeah, he's good". We both smiled and continued watching. The first time I saw him play is stuck in my memory along with the feeling of frustration for my team. It took a lot back then to sit and be still for an entire game, but I watched the whole game that one day way back when. That's the day I became a fan of the NBA. It's also the first time I realized my mom, a woman, could be as informed and hold her own in a conversation with any man or woman, on sports. She is a fan with a pure love for sports and more specifically basketball. This moment, so small, would have an immense effect on me. I'd reflect on it when my mom was stuck in a hospital due to cancer. Days I needed a distraction from reality. She could still make me smile when I heard her asking nurses if they were laker fans. If they weren't, and they cheered for the team against them, especially in key games, she'd ask them to leave. Most thought she was kidding, I knew she wasn't. Cancer was frustrating enough! If they were fans, she'd have them stay and watch a bit with her. This reassured me she was still in it. She had strength in her still. I hadn't lost her. On days when I had a great day, and my teams won, it seemed that much better. As if god was reassuring me that everything was meant to be fine. The Suns, the Nuggets, and the Lakers all bring back memories of my mom, as well as the places we moved to. Always followed by a feeling of normalcy in a new strange place. A part of home. A possibility of hope. A hope that could be achieved, unlike so many other forms.
By simplicity3 years ago in Confessions
What Is A Mobile Data Terminal, And How Does It Benefit Businesses?
A mobile data terminal is a device that allows businesses to connect to the Internet and other resources from anywhere in the world. By providing quick, easy access to the latest news, stock prices, weather information, and more, a mobile data terminal can help your business stay ahead of the competition.
By Gurugets3 years ago in Confessions
RAIN AFTER RAIN
"Hey Vic!" That was Kunle hailing me as I entered into the Confrence hall of Dynamo Hotel and Suite, where my set were having our first ever reunion. Just like everyone else in the building, I was gay with happiness. You wouldn't blame us though as its been over 12 years since majority of us last saw ourselves. Here we are today all almost made for life, save for me actually. I guess life has always had a reason to single me out to be unfortunate.
By Chisom Peace3 years ago in Confessions
The Burden of Regret
Regret is an emotional burden that many individuals carry throughout their lives. It arises from a sense of loss, missed opportunities, and the belief that one's present situation could have been better if only they had made different choices in the past. Regret can be a painful and debilitating emotion, but it also has the potential to be transformative and ultimately lead to personal growth. This essay will explore the burden of regret from various perspectives, examining its nature, causes, and effects on the individual and society as a whole. We will also discuss strategies for coping with regret and ways to create a more positive outlook on life, free from the shackles of past mistakes.
By Unknown3 years ago in Confessions
The Chronicle of a Particular Human's Lonely Life
60% of Brits between the ages of 18 and 34 say they experience loneliness frequently. Americans report experiencing loneliness frequently—46% of them. Despite living in the most connected era in human history, a record number of us nevertheless feel alone. Being by yourself and feeling lonely are two distinct concepts. To be happy with yourself, you don't need to like hanging out with other people.
By Ahamed Thousif3 years ago in Confessions
