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The world is short-staffed
Depending on where you live, it might be hard for you to tell but the world is short-staffed. You may be in a buzzing city, crowded all the time so it would be difficult for you to believe this but overall, the world is short staffed and it doesn’t matter what industry you are talking about. In this article, I am going to cover the hardest hit industries, but before that, let’s try to understand the “why” first.
By real Jema15 days ago in Confessions
Two girls, one library, and a hunger for worlds beyond your own - Part 2
During elementary school, we sometimes had to move. For entire seasons. Entire school semesters. When the drought came one year, a bird disease also appeared. Grandma, one of the most famous breeders in our village, for birds, chickens, and geese, lost everything! And we lost the peace of of mind for the next day. We had to move to another village. Near our Aunt, sister of my father.
By CA'DE LUCE16 days ago in Confessions
The Forgotten Rebels
History often celebrates kings, generals, and revolutionaries whose names echo through time. Their statues stand tall, their victories recorded in textbooks, their speeches quoted in classrooms. But behind every great movement were countless individuals whose courage never made headlines. They were the quiet resistors, the unseen fighters, the forgotten rebels.
By Aiman Shahid16 days ago in Confessions
He Left Without Goodbye — But He Took My Heart With Him
He didn’t just leave me. He vanished from my life as if he never existed. One day, he was sleeping next to me with his arm wrapped around my waist, making me feel safe and wanted. The next day, he was nothing but a memory that refused to fade away. There was no goodbye, no fight, and no explanation. He simply disappeared, taking every piece of my heart with him.
By Rosalina Jane16 days ago in Confessions
Finding Your Voice in a World That Talks Over You
There is a quiet kind of frustration that comes with feeling unheard. It happens in meetings when your idea is ignored, only to be praised when someone else repeats it. It happens in families where your opinions are brushed aside. It happens online when louder voices drown out thoughtful ones. In a world that often rewards volume over value, finding your voice can feel like a battle you never signed up for.
By Aiman Shahid17 days ago in Confessions
The Last Receipt in My Wallet
I didn’t mean to keep the receipt. It was supposed to be trash, like all the others. A thin strip of paper from a corner grocery store, printed so lightly the ink was already fading. Milk. Bread. Two apples. Total: $4.83. The date sat quietly at the top, like it wasn’t important. But somehow, it ended up folded into my wallet, tucked behind my ID, where it stayed long after the milk went sour and the apples disappeared.
By Salman Writes17 days ago in Confessions
The Day I Stopped Shrinking Myself
There comes a moment in life when you finally see yourself clearly—not through the eyes of others, not through expectations, criticism, or comparison—but through your own. For me, that moment arrived quietly. No dramatic argument. No public declaration. Just a simple realization: I was exhausted from pretending to be smaller than I truly was.
By Aiman Shahid17 days ago in Confessions
The Cost of a Western Dream
The Allure of the American Dream and a Father's Blind Faith He was a man who embodied a certain kind of Chinese success: ambitious, driven, and perpetually looking westward. In his eyes, the traditional values of his homeland were ultimately quaint, even backward. He subscribed wholeheartedly to the narratives peddled by certain public intellectuals – that Western civilization, particularly its education system, was superior, liberating, and the pinnacle of modern human achievement.
By Linda Yule18 days ago in Confessions
The Time I Never Had
There are things you understand late, sometimes too late. Like the fact that I grew up long before I was old enough. Not by choice. Not to prove anything. Just because life pushed me there. In a few weeks, I will be 32. And yet, deep inside, something resists, something asks for the time I never had.
By Baptiste Monnet18 days ago in Confessions
“It’s Not You, It’s Me!”
There comes a time in life when I look at the things I used to do, especially when I was much younger and wanted to get along with others. There were times when I went along with the routines, the invitations, and habits of others that no longer fit me. Theref0re, I am breaking up with those habits.
By Margaret Minnicks18 days ago in Confessions
