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The Life I Almost Chose
There are moments in life that don’t look important while they’re happening. They don’t arrive with dramatic music or flashing lights. They come quietly — disguised as ordinary choices. A job offer. A relationship. A city. A “yes” or a “no.”
By Aiman Shahid5 days ago in Confessions
What Empathy Taught Me About Judgement, Synergy, and Human Differences.
With time; life teaches us lessons that no classroom ever could. One of the most powerful lessons I have ever learned is the value of empathy - how deeply it can transform the way we see others, ourselves, and the world around us.
By CIM5 days ago in Confessions
The Life I Almost Lived
There is a version of my life that exists only in imagination. In that life, I wake up at 6:30 a.m. to an alarm I never question. I dress in clothes that look impressive but feel unfamiliar. I commute along the same highway, nod at the same colleagues, sit in the same meetings. I earn enough. I am respected enough. I am stable enough.
By Aiman Shahid6 days ago in Confessions
The Science of Everyday Miracles
When we hear the word miracle, we often imagine supernatural events—burning bushes, parted seas, or impossible survivals. Yet science invites us to see miracles differently. It asks us to look closer at the ordinary: a drop of rain sliding down a window, the warmth of sunlight on skin, the steady rhythm of a heartbeat.
By Aiman Shahid7 days ago in Confessions
Stretch: A birthday tribute to Brandon Lee
Ok so one Saturday a few years ago in like maybe 2024 I get a call from my adoptive mother asking me was I coming to this church event that was happening later in the day. Now originally I was gonna tell her no because I was tired from work the day before, but before I could inform her that I changed my mind, she starts telling me about this “friend” of hers who’s gonna be joining us at this event. Apparently they had started dating at the time and she had introduced him to all her other closest family members and now it was my turn.
By Joe Patterson8 days ago in Confessions
Valentine's Day Passed. The Love Didn't
The Digital Fairy Tale Before I met him, I didn’t truly believe or know the meaning of unconditional love. He didn’t just teach me how to love; his effortless charm and constant supply of joy made me fall head over heels. For a time, it felt like a fairy tale. We built our future and forever together, and were so eager to arrive there.
By Anna K.8 days ago in Confessions
The Day I Stopped Waiting for Permission
There wasn’t a dramatic turning point—no thunderstorm, no slammed doors, no cinematic declaration of independence. The day I stopped waiting for permission began quietly, almost invisibly, like the first crack in a wall you’ve leaned on your whole life.
By Aiman Shahid8 days ago in Confessions
I Never Expected a Stranger to Teach Me This Lesson
I Never Expected a Stranger to Teach Me This Lesson BY: Khan Sometimes the people who know nothing about us leave the deepest impact. I used to believe that the most important lessons in life came from people we knew well — family, close friends, teachers, maybe even heartbreaks. I never imagined that a complete stranger would be the one to shift my perspective in a way no one else ever had. It happened on an ordinary evening that I almost didn’t remember. I was sitting at a small roadside café, exhausted after a long day that felt heavier than usual. Life wasn’t falling apart, but it wasn’t exactly coming together either. I had been working tirelessly toward goals that seemed to move further away every time I thought I was getting closer. Rejections had become routine. Motivation had turned into obligation. And somewhere in between, I had started doubting myself. The café was half empty. The sound of traffic hummed in the background. I stared into my untouched cup of tea as if it held answers. “Long day?” The voice startled me. I looked up to see an older man standing beside my table. He wasn’t dressed in anything remarkable — simple shirt, worn shoes, calm eyes. I nodded politely. “You could say that,” I replied. He smiled gently and asked if he could sit. Normally, I would have refused. I’m not the kind of person who easily opens up to strangers. But something about his presence felt unthreatening — almost comforting. So I agreed. We sat in silence for a moment. Then he said something unexpected. “You look like someone who’s carrying a question you don’t know how to ask.” That caught me off guard. I laughed awkwardly. “I guess I’m just tired.” “Tired,” he repeated. “Or disappointed?” I didn’t know why, but his words unlocked something. Maybe it was because he didn’t know me. Maybe it was because he had no expectations of who I was supposed to be. Whatever the reason, I found myself speaking honestly. “I’ve been trying really hard,” I admitted. “But nothing seems to work. It feels like I’m stuck. Like maybe I’m not meant for what I want.” He listened carefully. Not the kind of listening where someone waits for their turn to speak — but the kind where someone truly hears you. After I finished, he nodded thoughtfully. “Tell me,” he asked, “when you first started chasing this goal, why did you want it?” The question felt simple, yet I struggled to answer immediately. “Because I believed I could do something meaningful,” I finally said. “Because it felt right.” “And now?” “Now it feels exhausting.” He smiled softly. “Sometimes,” he said, “we don’t get tired of the dream. We get tired of doubting ourselves.” His words stayed in the air. He went on to tell me a brief story about his own life — how he once left a stable job to start something risky. How he failed. How people laughed. How he almost gave up. And how the lesson he learned wasn’t about success or failure — it was about identity. “I realized,” he said, “that I was measuring my worth by outcomes. But outcomes are temporary. Effort is character. Persistence is character. Even failure is character. If you only feel valuable when you win, you’ll feel worthless most of the time.” I felt that sentence deeply. For months, I had been tying my confidence to results. Every rejection felt personal. Every delay felt like proof that I wasn’t good enough. I had forgotten that growth rarely looks glamorous. “You know,” he added, finishing his tea, “the world doesn’t decide who you are. It only reacts to what you keep showing up for.” That line shifted something inside me. We talked for another fifteen minutes. Nothing dramatic. Nothing life-changing on the surface. Just calm conversation. When he stood up to leave, he gave me one last piece of advice. “Don’t quit on yourself during a slow chapter. Stories need those parts too.” And then he walked away. I never saw him again. But I carried that conversation home with me. That night, instead of replaying my failures, I replayed his words. I realized that I had been expecting progress to look loud and obvious. I had been expecting reassurance from the outside world. What I truly needed was internal steadiness. The stranger didn’t solve my problems. My goals didn’t suddenly become easier. But something important changed — my mindset. I stopped asking, “Why isn’t this working for me?” And started asking, “What is this teaching me?” The difference was powerful. Weeks later, opportunities began appearing — not because life suddenly felt sorry for me, but because I showed up differently. I stopped carrying desperation. I carried quiet confidence instead. Sometimes I wonder who that man was. Maybe he was just someone passing through. Maybe he had no idea how much his words mattered. But that’s the beauty of it. We don’t always get lessons from people who stay in our lives. Sometimes they come from those who cross our path briefly, say exactly what we need to hear, and disappear. I went to that café feeling stuck and unseen. I left realizing that my value was never on trial — only my patience was. And all it took was a stranger to remind me.
By Khan 8 days ago in Confessions
