family
Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.
The Hidden Side of Society...
I have been called many things, squeezed into the minuscule gaps of each letter of my name like each resembled a bottomless chasm in which seemingly meaningless words could hide. Most say that I am just a 'teenager' who has not yet lived long enough to experience life, few speak as though I am just another blip on the radar that is society. Those rare, selected handful of people call me an inspiration and yet, I am alone. Yes, I am surrounded by friends and family...But at the same time, I am alone in terms of what I think. Of my opinions, views, social status which should mean nothing when in reality it means the difference between gaining something in life and losing it. You see, life is a concept. A concept in which the size of your clothes, the colour of your skin or your sexual orientation are like boulders blocking the path to acceptance and held in place by the people who do not agree with you. Not your thoughts or opinions. You. Because I have often come across people who judge a person by their looks and if that is acceptable in their book then they go on to judge the next part of who you are as if it is merely a talent show in which you can never win.
By Amber Dodd9 years ago in Humans
Love After Baby If You Are Single
How do you feel? You must be tired, cranky, covered in baby puke and other things. Those things don't help a relationship, but they are perfectly normal. So if you are single already or want out of your relationship, here are the things you should know and what people probably won't tell you.
By Holly colman9 years ago in Humans
Invisible Chronic Illnesses
So a friend or family member has an invisible chronic illness and all you seem to do is upset them? It feels like you're constantly walking on eggshells and you can't do anything right. Well here's some things you probably shouldn't say if you want to improve that relationship:
By Rebecca Gannon9 years ago in Humans
White and the Slightly Darker One
What's my take on interracial relationships? In the Philippines, I grew up knowing people who weren't in love in the most romantic way. Family members viewed love not as love in itself but rather as a necessity or a way to survive. It was so rare to see people who were "in love." It was frequent and normal that broken marriages stayed broken because the idea of a complete family was ideal. Anything about being left or raising children alone kicked a distasteful judgment. The kind of love I saw around my elders didn't entail sweetness, and if it ever did, they never told.
By Thea Vanessa9 years ago in Humans
Life's Twist and Turns
The road is well traveled. You are settled in and starting to slow down, even planning to start resting and relaxing more. Then in a blink of an eye it all changes. There are no more easy nights with your partner, talking about your day and what you did or didn't get done. It's just over, and you realize you miss it, how much you would give to go back to that struggle and not face the new one you are presented with. To just want the rat race you once couldn't wait to get out of, because now that you have all the time to enjoy life together, it is just too hard to find the enjoyment. This new roller coaster is too curvy and its twist and turns too rough. Throwing you and your world upside down, back and forth, and too rocky to take it slow. You both want it to end as soon as possible and go on forever because in the end what you can have isn't the one you want. Never knowing just what it is you're praying for but knowing you just gotta pray, wanting to scream but unable to find your voice, cry but no tears left... this is what we are living.
By maxine Petro9 years ago in Humans
Retribution: Chapter 1
Algiers, 1917 Guillaume Lerou had been told not to go into the Casbah because there was fever, which was often the case in Algiers when the wetter and colder weather came around. His comrades had warned him about the outbreak because of his frequent visits to the home, and the bed, of a pretty native girl named Émilie Hussain.
By Rachel Lesch9 years ago in Humans
Lost... Never Found
1987 Here, she was a young lady, about 11 or 12. It was a hard year for this young girl. Her dad died (grandfather). He was the only true positive father figure she ever had. He taught her so many wonderful lessons. He made her do things in life such as fishing. She did not like it but she did it anyway. Her grandpa was just trying to keep her out of trouble and not follow the same lifestyle her parents had with their alcoholism and their addiction to drugs. Along with her grandmother she learned so much. They showed her real love, real life...
By Angela Baerthel9 years ago in Humans
Who Does Your Happiness Depend On?
It is 10th of June 2017, 11:41 am as I’m sat on my bed, with my laptop on my thighs. The duvet’s covering my feet so I’m not too cold even though the window’s open; I’m usually cold, although I like feeling the soft pre-afternoon breeze that comes in through the open window.
By Nikola Lodkowska9 years ago in Humans
Days with Fleas in My Ears
We had a peculiar neighbour. When I say peculiar, it goes to such an extent where I used to run away from his peculiarity of sustained high-pitched tone of whining. He has something or the other always to clutch at. Either it is about the other neighbour's black cat every morning he looks at first when he opens his main door, or about the darned nuisance created by the songbirds or the cock crows waking him up early morning. He even complains about the owls blasting in and fracturing his silent nights with their unholy hoots, invariably followed by a proverbial death news the following day.
By Suresh Nellikode9 years ago in Humans
