humanity
The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.
See You Later
As I exhale, I relish this part. This right here is what I look forward to, the finale. —This is my exit from the collision into these peoples, now my family's, life. Somehow, I never get tired of getting to this point in our shared journey. Our affair is often short and riddled with tragedy, but our brief connection is a permanent memorial.
By Lavana Jenkins-Reid5 years ago in Journal
M Miraz Hossain
About M Miraz Hossain, an intellectual professional who has been working at Keya Cosmetics Limited (one of the leading Brand in Bangladesh) as a Director from 2017. He is also Voluntary Project coordinator of United Nations Program, Columnist of Daily Jay Jay Din, Writer and Social worker all which carrying identity of his proficiency and versatility.
By Lima Mahmud5 years ago in Journal
"Ask the Animals"
Since antiquity, man has wanting to talk with animals. Yet if one says they are able to, as in hearing them, speaking with them, and getting pictures transferred like a motion picture, then one is called a freak, weirdo, liar, new ager or basic lunatic…
By Dolphingirl5 years ago in Journal
Unnamed's Untold Story
I knew a kid that lived in their head. For the purpose of this story and to avoid redundancy, we’re going to call this kid Unnamed. To Unnamed, the world outside wasn’t kind or very fun, so they hung out with the characters they created and stayed in their head their entire life, twenty three years to be exact. This kid, well, they struggled with loneliness, which made sense because they never liked to cross the threshold of their mind’s front door. Whenever they did, they often were made to feel weird or different so it became easier and easier to never leave their mind. As Unnamed got older they started doodling in class. Well actually, they started writing in class, specifically dialogue. Their notebook margins were filled with characters and their conversations that Unnamed thought of as their Spanish teacher taught them how to conjugate verbs. On two separate occasions Unnamed pulled all nighters to write screenplays in improper script writing format because the story in their head demanded to be told at the early hours of a weekday. Instead of blood, Unnamed had stories flowing through their veins. Instead of nerves, there were brand new pieces of paper just begging to be marked with ink. Taking advantage of this medical phenomenon, Unnamed embarked on a journey to make a career out of living in their head.
By Jos Hewlett5 years ago in Journal
Writing About Writing
When I think of what I do that I want people to support, there are just so many things that I'm not really sure where to even begin with. When I was streaming regularly I could point people towards my various channels and hope they would click the "subscribe" or "follow" buttons. I'd like to think that in the future I can point someone in the direction of the page for whatever my next project that manifests in reality is. As for the present, I can only ask people to read what I'm writing, and doing that might be the most important thing in the world.
By John Dodge5 years ago in Journal
Purpose
Purpose - a word filled with so much pressure. Pressure to find exactly what it is within ourselves that will change the world. What is this one thing I'm supposed to do? Why am I here? All of these questions are beyond our control of ever getting a straight answer to - unless we live our lives to slowly unravel the revelation until it hits us square in the heart one random Tuesday morning.
By Mary Strause5 years ago in Journal
I Was a Teenage Alien
Form III-S, Poole Grammar School, Dorset. 1969 (Motto: "We Are Better Than You.") There is a huge difference in academic curricula between British and American schools. At around age fourteen, American students are still struggling with English, while British students have already moved on to Latin and French. Since I was to spend the equivalent of the 8th grade in a British all-boys prep school, I had to be tutored in French and Latin before going over. That was how I spent my entire 7th grade summer vacation; amo, amas, amat – il porte un rouge cravat.
By Frank Oden5 years ago in Journal
