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Why an Older Woman-Younger Man Relationship Can Work So Well
Age really is just a number, and this is becoming truer as we move toward a greater cultural embrace of aging gracefully and the possibilities of longevity. For most men, this is an agreeable sentiment—the older man-younger woman dynamic has been accepted as normal for generations.
By Venuabout a year ago in Confessions
The Enchanted Bloom of Wonders
In a sun-kissed meadow, where wildflowers swayed gently in the breeze, a curious boy named Kava wandered through the grass, his bright green eyes scanning the ground for hidden treasures. His curly brown hair bounced with each step, and the warm sunlight danced across his face, illuminating his infectious smile. Kava loved nothing more than exploring the outdoors, discovering secrets that lay just beyond the edge of everyday sight. As he made his way deeper into the meadow, he stumbled upon a hidden path he had never seen before – a path that seemed to whisper his name.
By Mayaabout a year ago in Confessions
Dr… WOMEN… RAPED & KILLED ON AUG 8 ,2024 . JUSTICE DELAYED IS JUSTICE DENIED@ RGKAR HOSPITAL @ Kolkata. Content Warning.
Kolkata Rape Murder Case: The tragic rape and murder of a 31-year-old postgraduate trainee doctor at Kolkata's RG Kar Hospital after a grueling 36-hour shift have ignited protests. Known for her dedication and dreams, the crime has led to widespread demands for justice and punishment for those responsible. On the night of August 9, a second-year postgraduate trainee doctor at Kolkata’s R.G. Kar Medical College and Hospital had dinner with her juniors
By Rekaabout a year ago in Confessions
The Misadventures of Tim and the Lost Phone
Tim was the kind of guy who always had bad luck with technology. If there was a way to mess something up, Tim would find it. But his worst moment came on a sunny Saturday afternoon when he lost his phone.
By raja rozake raja daudabout a year ago in Confessions
Stone veneer in Stoney Creek. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Can You Glue Stone Veneer to Plywood? Yes, you can glue Stone veneer in Stoney Creek, but it’s important to use the right materials and techniques to ensure a secure and lasting bond. Plywood can serve as a suitable substrate for stone veneer in interior applications, provided it is properly prepared.
By Bill Shellabout a year ago in Confessions
An open letter to the ones who are scared of how they might be perceived
An open letter to the ones who are scared of how they might be perceived. What if people think I am too weird or ecstatic to be around as a person? What if others think I am too much, too much passion, too many emotions, too strong, too opinionated, and not a cool person to hang out with? I wish I could say that I haven't said that, I am oblivious to feeling insecure, bothered or sabotaging my self-belief from time to time. But truth be told, it is only humane of me to be concerned about how I might be perceived in the minds of others. If you relate to this, I am writing this letter to you, my imperfect fellow being. In the most vulnerable and painstaking way, we all are not immune to the negativity and limiting beliefs of ourselves and others.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
The Warm Embrace of Self-Acceptance
The Warm Embrace of Self-Acceptance It takes years to build your trust but it takes a moment, a simple rustle of words through the air, a singular action that dwindles the faith we have in someone. Life has always had its flair of shedding and unwavering our realities with the ones we need to embrace, of robbing us of the sturdy land of certainty and plopping us into the ocean of the unknown, stumbling us into the blatant truth of existential being, making us learning the lessons the hard way.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
Title: The Choice of Weapons: A Battle of Hearts
Story: In the heart of every conflict lies a choice—a choice of weapons. These weapons are not forged of steel or iron but are born from within. Words and actions, compassion and cruelty, love and indifference; these are the true tools of our battles, and they shape the outcomes of our lives.
By Fannick😇about a year ago in Confessions
My Insecurities
Let us talk about those moments—those nagging voices in the back of our minds telling us we're not good enough, smart enough, or talented enough. For me, these voices were loud and persistent, often drowning out any sense of confidence I tried to muster. But through a series of experiences, I’ve learned that these voices are not mine to keep. They’re borrowed, shaped by others’ words and actions, and they can be challenged. My journey began with a dream—a dream to become an actor. As a kid, I was fearless, untouched by the world’s harsh judgments. But as I grew older and pursued my passion, the world started telling me I wasn’t enough. Casting directors, agents, and even strangers on the street seemed to echo the same sentiment: I wasn’t tall enough, thin enough, or simply good enough. And slowly, I started to believe them.
By Horace Waslandabout a year ago in Confessions
Je M'Ennuie
Introduction This is just a Seven Days In excavation from when COVID hit in 2020 and I effectively became a permanent home worker. Just some observations from two consecutive posts about how things changed for me and some music that I discovered and have now rediscovered.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Confessions
A Soldier's Keepsake
In a small town tucked away in the Midwest, old men gathered at a local diner every Saturday morning. They called themselves the "Veterans’ Breakfast Club," a tradition that had started decades ago when they first returned from war. These men, now with silver hair and faces etched by time, came together not just to share coffee and toast but to relive memories that connected them in a way no one else could understand.
By RK2 years ago in Confessions
On survival.
On survival. The question of existence still haunts me in the silence of the stillness that loneliness brings with it. To be or not to be, to exist in the coexistence of dualistic forces, to dance with the uncertainty or to play it along the periphery, what I hold certain, has always questioned me, bemoaned me. Truth be told, I beheld the cry for help when its absence called in silent whispers around the blanket of dwelling and absconded its abundant presence over me. There is a painting that traces the bits of serenity in my life, the colors that adorn the hues of the almighty run deep through the veins of my soul to find the brevity of pain. I glance at the picture of Lord Krishna, reminiscing the days that passed by. Darkness sets its sterility in the brimming light of today, as the dawn of today paints itself in the colours of the dusk of yesterday.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Confessions