Stream of Consciousness
Autonomy Is The Real Privilege. Top Story - January 2026.
Good morning, freedom-seekers! Today we’re gonna be looking at autonomy. A strange word, I know; one many would probably look at blankly and run away from on sight. We’re gonna figure out what it actually means, consider how it’s achieved, and decipher just how deeply most of us are tangled up in dependence without realising it.
By That ‘Freedom’ Guy27 days ago in Humans
The Unseen Power of Words
Words are among the few things humans create that outlive their creators while still carrying their breath. Long after a voice goes silent, its words continue working quietly, shaping beliefs, framing memories, and steering decisions. We often treat language as a simple tool for communication, a neutral bridge between minds. But words are not neutral. They never were. They are forces.
By noor ul amin27 days ago in Humans
Is true love still out there?
It’d be unfair to say I was unloved. In some capacity, it’s always been there. Parents and grandparents that kind of wanted me (shout out to all my firstborn oops babies out there). The aunts, who found me novel being the first baby since well, them. A little brother and cousins that to some extent care that I’m not dead. It was the familial affection that one would expect. At least, when it was convenient.
By Emily Valentine 28 days ago in Humans
Today, Tomorrow
I had a moment recently where I contemplated what is even genuine anymore in the digital space. Humans were bound to be predictable in our unethical use of AI, I cannot think of any popular user generated platform online that has not been exploited or oversaturated in one way or another. Money, power and dominance are the pillars of society, so it is no surprise the rapid development of AI coincides with the human condition.
By Malachai Hough29 days ago in Humans
The CEO of Everything. Top Story - January 2026.
They say "jack of all trades, master of none," but they forgot to mention the part where the jack of all trades is also the camera woman, the makeup artist, and the person currently yelling at a tangled Wii microphone cable in a her own bathroom while recording herself singing and trying to make it look realistic and professional. (As professional as you can make it with nothing but a cell phone camera and a mic that doesn't work)
By Sara Wilson29 days ago in Humans
How One Neurology Book Changed the Way I Understand the Human Mind
Reading “The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat” Made Me Question What It Means to Be a Person I picked up The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat thinking it would just be one of those clever science books. You know, the kind that explains how the brain works and throws in a few strange cases. I wasn’t really prepared for how weirdly emotional it would feel. Not in a dramatic way. More like the kind of feeling that sits with you quietly while you’re reading.
By Rosalina Jane30 days ago in Humans
Kyrsten Sinema
Kyrsten Sinema is an important American political leader. She worked for many years in the U.S. government and became known for being different from many others in politics. This article uses easy English and clear subtitles to help you understand who she is, where she came from, what she did, and what is happening now with her.
By Farhan Sayedabout a month ago in Humans
Why I No Longer Sell on Amazon
When I published my first book in 2011, I used Lulu. At the time, it was one of the few print-on-demand options that allowed authors to retain control over content, pricing, and distribution. Over the years, I explored other publishing routes, including limited digital placement on Amazon Kindle, but I remained consistent with Lulu for physical books. As of this writing, I am still evaluating whether those remaining Kindle titles will stay available.
By Dr. Mozelle Martinabout a month ago in Humans
I Was a Single Mother With $12 Left — Then One Phone Call Changed Everything
I was counting coins on my kitchen table, trying to decide whether to buy milk or save the last $12 for rent. My son was asleep in the next room, unaware that eviction notices don’t care if you’re a single mother. That’s when my phone rang — and everything I believed about survival changed. Before that moment, my life felt like a constant emergency. I was twenty-nine, divorced, and raising a four-year-old on my own in a small apartment on the edge of town. The walls were thin, the heater barely worked, and the landlord had already taped a warning notice to my door twice. I worked two jobs — mornings at a diner and evenings cleaning offices — but no matter how hard I tried, the math never worked. Childcare ate half my income. Gas prices kept climbing. Every unexpected expense felt like a personal attack. That night, I skipped dinner so my son could eat. I told him I wasn’t hungry, even though my stomach burned. When he finally fell asleep clutching his toy truck, I sat alone at the table, staring at those coins, feeling like a failure. The phone buzzed again. I almost didn’t answer. Most calls were bill collectors or spam. But something told me to pick it up. “Hi, this is Amanda from the housing office,” the voice said. I froze. She explained that I had applied months earlier for a rental assistance program for single mothers — a form I barely remembered filling out during one of my lowest days. “I wanted to let you know,” she continued, “you’ve been approved.” Approved. The word didn’t feel real. I asked her to repeat it. She told me they would cover three months of rent and help me apply for a longer-term support plan. After I hung up, I sat there in silence. Then I cried. Not quiet tears — the kind that shake your chest when you’ve been holding everything in for too long. But that phone call didn’t magically fix my life. It gave me breathing room — and sometimes, breathing room is everything. With the pressure eased, I started thinking differently. I realized how much energy I had spent just surviving. I wanted more than that for my son. I wanted stability. Dignity. A future. I began waking up an hour earlier every day. Not to work — but to learn. I watched free videos online about budgeting, basic computer skills, and remote work. I borrowed books from the library because buying them wasn’t an option. Some nights I was exhausted beyond words. Other nights, fear whispered that none of this would matter. But every morning, my son’s smile reminded me why I couldn’t quit. A few months later, I landed a small remote customer support job. The pay wasn’t amazing, but it was steady — and it meant I could be home more. I could make dinner instead of reheating leftovers at midnight. I could help with bedtime instead of rushing out the door. Life didn’t suddenly become easy. There were still bills. Still stress. Still moments of doubt. But there was also hope — something I hadn’t felt in a long time. One evening, as I tucked my son into bed, he looked at me and said, “Mommy, you’re not sad anymore.” I didn’t realize how much my struggle had shown on my face until that moment. I’m still a single mother. I still worry. But I’ve learned that asking for help isn’t weakness. Filling out that application didn’t make me less capable — it made me brave. If you’re reading this while counting coins, skipping meals, or wondering how you’ll make it through another month, please know this: your story isn’t over. Sometimes, one phone call doesn’t change everything — but it can change enough to keep you going. If you’re a single parent struggling in silence, this story is for you.
By Umar Farooqabout a month ago in Humans
The Guardian of Maple Street: The Bus Driver Who Trusted the Silence
The incredible true story of Harold Jennings, the school bus driver whose attention to detail and refusal to take a day off saved an elderly couple and 27 children from a catastrophic gas explosion.
By Frank Massey about a month ago in Humans
