Taboo
How to Shift Your Mindset and Stop Fear of the Evil Eye
Recently, there has been much banter and controversy on social networks over this concept called Evil Eye, as if this thing exists and that some people's bad vibes or bad wishes have so much to do with our lives. Without much empirical research or scientific evidence being put forward on its basis, opinions widely vary on this aspect of life. I believe that the concept of the evil eye is based on cultural and superstitious thinking, that is, those who feel envious of your success or inner light may wish you harm or cast curses, which can eventually bring about misfortune or a decline in the blessings already in your life.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
A Rainy Day
It was a gray and rainy day in the city, with the sound of water tapping against the windows. The atmosphere was filled with a mix of melancholy and warmth, perfect for staying indoors. Sofia, wrapped in a soft sweater, settled onto her couch with a book. However, her mind wandered, thinking about Lucas, her neighbor next door.
By Nicole Nievesabout a year ago in Confessions
The Silent Thief: A Reflection on Time
The Silent Thief: A Reflection on Time Time is the one thing we all have, yet none of us truly own. It is constant, unyielding, and indifferent to our hopes and fears. We measure our lives in seconds, minutes, hours—milestones that mark our existence—but in reality, time flows beyond our control. And while we chase it, beg for it, or wish it away, it always slips through our fingers, a silent thief we cannot outrun.
By Melanieabout a year ago in Confessions
When the Night Falls
When the Night Falls When the night falls, the world grows quiet, but the heart grows louder. The absence of sunlight strips away distractions, leaving nothing but the raw essence of who we are. Perhaps that’s why the night feels heavier than the day; it’s not the darkness we fear but the truths we can no longer ignore.
By Melanieabout a year ago in Confessions
To the Girl Who Saved Us
Dear 20-Year-Old Me, I can hardly put into words how much I need to thank you right now. I’ve been sitting here thinking about all that you went through, all that you endured, and I’m honestly in awe of your strength. You were 20, scared, and overwhelmed, and yet you made the decision to leave an abusive marriage. I can’t imagine how hard that was—how many times you second-guessed yourself, how many times you thought you couldn’t do it. But you did. You made it out. And I don’t think I’d be here, at 34 years old, living the life I am now, if you hadn’t done that.
By Maria Rose about a year ago in Confessions
Vibe Alone Until You’re Valued
Vibe Alone Until You’re Valued There’s a peculiar kind of quiet that comes when you stop chasing validation from others. At first, it feels uncomfortable—like something is missing. The spaces where someone’s laughter used to fill the air feel too vast, and the silence of your phone is deafening. But then, something miraculous happens.
By Melanieabout a year ago in Confessions
Goodness Is Weakness. Content Warning.
While I Slept Last Night, The Real Me Held The Waking Me Hostage I wasn't bound or gagged. I was sitting in a dark room that was lit by dim bulbs, and viscera dripped from the ceiling to the floor. It wasn't the intestines and seared and ragged flesh that lined the walls as curtains or the exsanguination of random limbs littered on the floor that told me it was a nightmare. It wasn't the blood and guts that oozed from the walls endlessly that told me that it was all a very bad dream. Those things are in every dream. I am unbothered by the gore of my mind.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Confessions
The Other Woman
I don't know if any woman sets out to be "the other woman" - the woman we often see in movies, in books, and on tv whom someone's boyfriend, husband, or otherwise significant other is cheating with. Did any little girl ever dream of being the other woman? I don't know. But I've known a few, and they have interesting stories to tell.
By Gene Lassabout a year ago in Confessions
An ode to my wanderlust- my recent travel reflections
The darkness that surrounds the storm is often the most turbulent period of hardships that embellish us into the trance of not knowing what to do. I learnt the lessons of patience, virtue and gratitude from the darkest periods of my life. Life has its ways of embracing us in its wisdom, staggering us into the whirlwinds of challenges and adversities, only to gift us with peonies of hope. Hope can metamorphose mountains of hatred into the galloping beauty of existence that showers us with the narrative of self-belief and confidence. It is often in a wanderlust away from our daily surroundings that we realize the wonder that the world we live in has to offer. Forgiveness after a storm is like accepting the catastrophe without denying the damage it has done. It is painful but necessary to survive, to thrive in our lives.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
The Story of a Vietnamese Prostitute
It was one of those hot Saigonese evenings. I was sitting in one of those depraved pubs of Bui Vien Street, having some beers with two Japanese fellow travelers, while watching the motley crowd rambling up and down the road. It was then when, all of a sudden, that cheery, young local girl darted out of the throng, and by the very next instant, had taken the liberty to occupy the vacant fourth chair around our table.
By okisanityabout a year ago in Confessions
