Humanity
Do you believe in reincarnation? I do - here are 10 qualities to look for.
Reincarnation literally translated means to become flesh again. Reincarnation is a very popular belief in other countries and religions, but due to the grip of Christianity here in the United States, it isn't so much on this side of the globe. We don't know what happens when we die, so why is believing in reincarnation a sin? or why will it lead you to hell? The body loses 21 grams when it dies - is that the weight of the soul? Doesn't that soul have to go to heaven, hell, or back to Earth in the form of reincarnation? Reincarnation is a very common component of Hinduism. According to Hinduism, these are the ten basic signs that you have been reincarnated.
By Susan Eileen 4 years ago in Confessions
Aomori-ni-Murasaki
One side argues a shadowy group of omniscient lizards controls all actions on the world stage. The other side counters with snake people. Both are close enough as far as either takes it. But I’m here to tell you the global over-undermind injects thoughts into every head - including the heads of illuminated reptilian templars who bury gold beside biblical treasures in remote locations known only to experts hired by cable television production studios.
By Matthew Melmon4 years ago in Confessions
The Reality Of "I'm Fine."
My closest friend once said, "I'm ok." To me, I heard a thousand words that I knew she could never utter. I'm not ok. When you see me I look ok, but deep inside I'm crumbling. I don't know what to think, say, or do anymore. Why was I given this life? There must be a reason. I can't keep going on without knowing I was meant to be here. I don't know how to help myself, so I try really hard to help others but then it only makes me feel worse. I come off as a joyful person but once I go home you don't know of the hours and hours I sit and cry. I don't know how to tell anyone. I fear that if I tell someone they won't respect who I am as a person. I walk around all day on the verge of tears, but when you ask me if I'm ok I just say "I'm fine".
By Sam4 years ago in Confessions
Storm Peak West
Discovering the distinction between vitally important and utterly useless is a practice of threading a needle along a seam. The best stitches come from hands that are utterly relaxed, yet precisely focused, down to the threading of the fabric itself.
By Patrick4 years ago in Confessions
Who Am I? And Who Are We?
Who am I? I have been puzzling over this question for some time. How should we answer it? Recently I was on a website and there was a section to register which included a part to “tell us about yourself.” What should I say? I thought. What first came to my mind were the usual categories we are put into. I am female. I am British. They call me white. I am Muslim. I was born in the year of such and such from the generation of such and such. Yet, these are categories that could apply to anyone. There are many British, white, Muslim woman who may be born in the same year as me. Some of them may have studied psychology as well. They could even have the same name. What makes me different? What makes me a unique person? I had no answer at the time.
By Aisha Mohammad4 years ago in Confessions
The Artificial Intellect
“I’m Sarah. I’m a medical student.” these are the first two things the people I meet learn from me. ‘Sarah’ – it’s simple, there’s not much to gain from that and, ‘Medical student’ which means, “oh you’re smart then,” stated with an indecisive look considering if they should admire me or run.
By Sarah Louis4 years ago in Confessions
Watching.
Being the observer sucks at times, especially at times where one side of my brain is screaming at me having a tantrum because it wants me to spout off with something along the lines of, oh, I see you have new sheets and the other side is yelling back in arguement, no that is NOT your best choice.
By Shannon Lemire4 years ago in Confessions
No Room for Shakespeare
If you looked at us, you would have to make sure that you looked twice. That would have to be the rule with us. There is so much that you could miss with only one glance; one quick stare without any kind of follow up. And you would regret this.
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Confessions
Please Don't Stand Too Close To Me!
I would consider myself to be a pretty laid back and chill person. Of course, that obviously doesn’t mean that there aren’t things that people do that annoy me. I’ve thought long and hard (well maybe not too hard) about the things that I find a bit annoying. And so, I came up with a list. Here goes!
By Jasmine Aguilar4 years ago in Confessions
New York City
I hate this place; I really do. It's just too much, like why? Why exist? The city that never sleeps, come on; are you kidding me? The streets are paved with rats, pee, and garbage. The people are rude, testy and more hungry for money than love; so you can buy any one of em, if the number is right. The noise is nauseating and deafening. Between the 6 months of dynamite and firecrackers, the drunkenness year round, the maxed out speakers riding down the street with all the windows open, the dirt bike drag races, never ending construction sounds. I can't fucking hear myself think a thought.
By Chelsie Stevens4 years ago in Confessions
