Stream of Consciousness
Accepting Your Mistakes
Accepting Your Mistakes Mistakes are an inseparable part of life. Every individual makes mistakes, as they often mark the beginning of a learning journey. However, how many of us have the courage to admit them? Often, we try to hide our errors or blame others instead of accepting them. This approach, however, only deceives ourselves. The true mark of humanity lies in acknowledging one's mistakes, which is also the foundation of genuine wisdom.
By Dipak Pawarabout a year ago in Confessions
Trump's Endorsement of Mike Johnson: A Political Analysis
tumultuous, especially when it comes to leadership roles within Congress. Recently, Donald Trump endorsed Mike Johnson for the role of House Speaker, a move that has significant implications for the upcoming Congress. This blog will delve into the nuances of this endorsement, the reactions it has elicited, and the potential ramifications for both Johnson and the Republican Party as a whole.
By Anil Tuduabout a year ago in Confessions
A lot has happened this year
A lot has happened this year. I know we always say that, but this year, it truly feels different. This year has thrown everything at me, more than I ever expected. It started on a high, my script was selected for grad film. I can still feel the rush of that moment, that tiny spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, I’m heading in the right direction. It felt like a step toward something big, something real.
By Monika Kediaabout a year ago in Confessions
New Year's Resolutions ( Again ... I Know)
Alright, folks, it's that time of year again. The year is drawing to a close, the festive lights are twinkling (or maybe they're already packed away), the Christmas star still hangs brightly in the front yard, a hopeful beacon against the lingering scent of… unmet expectations.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Confessions
Through The Bareness Of 2024- My Journey
Life in its brevity often feels burdensome, yearning for us to be free of all the turbulence that stirs up its breaths in our hearts. How beautiful would life be if we let go of pain, anger, sadness, grim! I wish we had built-in programming that would delete all the moments and experiences that stirred catastrophic fires and raged war and kindled and whooshed the fire within us simultaneously!
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
12 Reminders for Year-End Reflection
It is that time of the year again when everyone posts how truly they have accomplished feats of success, competence, grit and determination. How magnificently their vision boards have manifested in the brilliance of their alluring existence! While it is a celebratory feat for all those who had a year that was filled with love and light, it is important to remember that the life projected on social media is the highlight of someone’s best days in the entirety of their existence. It is amazing for someone to put themselves out there and post their joy for life on their platform, but in the world where comparison is so normalised, I hope you remember life does not need to be aesthetically pleasing and swoon-worthy for it to be called a perfect life.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
When Love Fades
The small café was quiet, save for the occasional clinking of cups against saucers and the faint hum of a jazz melody drifting from the speakers. Two people sat across from each other at a table tucked into the corner. Neither spoke. Words felt too heavy for the moment—or perhaps too light to carry the weight of what lingered between them.
By Thanh Teeabout a year ago in Confessions
Doorman in Purgatory
Charley adjusted the stiff collar of his uniform, the polyester itching his neck like it had a personal vendetta. It was Christmas Eve, and he stood behind the front desk of The Stratford, a luxury high-rise on the Upper East Side. The building’s lobby was immaculate—polished marble floors, a chandelier that could blind a man, and garlands draped with precision, as if Martha Stewart herself had descended from decorating heaven. Yet, despite all the splendor, the place was as dead as his social life.
By The Kind Quillabout a year ago in Confessions
The Seasonal Chronicles
DECEMBER - 2024 It's December again—the tumultuous December, when life ends at the hands of an unflinchingly brazen cold. As hopes dip into unsheathing horrors of fate, and woes intertwine into an unyielding vault of perennial desperation, life has become piercingly unbearable. Evoking valor and summoning little pieces of my fragmented existence every time I let myself step out of my fated misery, I feel like shedding off the skin of my carefully woven dreams, leaving the cast of my unfulfilled hopes to wither and wan, carefully plodding, never looking back at what destiny considered too heavy for my soul to be clothed in. As cold ascends further, I must find myself a cloak of warmer misfortune, lest I die at the hands of a cooler misery.
By Ishaabout a year ago in Confessions
Did Jesus Ever Say He Was God?
There’s this incredible mystery and power when Jesus speaks about being equal with God — he does it in ways that are subtle and profound but also bold and unmistakable. You really have to let the words sink in. Imagine being a first-century Jewish crowd, listening to someone say things that weren’t just spiritual wisdom, weren’t just radical claims, but outright statements that made Him one with Yahweh, the God of Israel — the Creator. I mean, for a fiercely monotheistic culture, that’s either blasphemy to the extreme, or it’s the most earth-shaking truth imaginable.
By Ron Cabout a year ago in Confessions
An ode to my journey
Remember the times when we would yearn for certain things and beings to foster their being into our lives, where what we wanted was so far-fetched, dreams that we found so unfathomable to forge their breaths in our lives? It is wondrous and almost astonishing how existence in the most unimaginable ways, how we fathom that something we can never live without, life always turns out for the better when we let go of what no longer serves us, of what we can no longer control or any experience, person, entity or situation that we outgrow in our existential being.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
