Humanity
Word of the Day: 醉う
Ah I think this shows a matured perspective of the quality to be drunk, like a stupor. Where the sports? Ah I guess. Yes, that is what I am getting at.. . Yea I guess like Dustin Hoffman was always about "good form" and such, but that can be such a manipulation. But he was a pirate. It is like..... a smuggler? Yea... you're allowed to call someone out.
By Kayla McIntosh4 days ago in Confessions
I Left When America Went Full Handmaid's Tale After Trump's Win. AI-Generated.
America didn’t lose me in a comment thread; it lost me in a living room. The night Donald Trump won again, the TV was doing that grotesque victory glow, anchors talking about “unity” with the same tone they use for hurricane coverage. Somewhere between the red counties and the sanctimonious calls to “heal,” it hit me: the country had gone full Handmaid’s Tale and still insisted on calling it democracy.
By Joshua Estrin5 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
Living Faith in Action: The Powerful Role of Volunteers in Church and Community Growth
Faith grows stronger when people choose to serve. The true meaning of faith in action appears when volunteers step up to help others. They do more than attend services. They turn belief into daily work that blesses both church and community. Their service brings comfort, hope, and support to many lives. When people act on their faith, they create change that others can see and feel. They show that faith is not silent or still. It moves through kind deeds and steady effort. Through simple acts of service, volunteers help build stronger churches and healthier neighborhoods.
By Mike Signorelli6 days ago in Confessions
Eyal Mehaber Discusses Foreclosure Realities and Commercial Property Strategy
When a person’s name appears next to a financial term online, it often sparks curiosity before it brings clarity. Searches related to Eyal Mehaber foreclosure reflect how easily complex commercial processes can be reduced to a single phrase. In large-scale real estate, however, financial terminology rarely tells the full story without context.
By Muhammad Bilal7 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
Super Mysterious
If I were rich (and I don't mean "buy a small island" rich, just "I can finally unclench my jaw and maybe afford Whataburger without guilt" rich), the very first thing I'd do is unleash my inner financial superhero. I wouldn't have a cape or a secret bat cave or anything like that... my uniform would be my same old torn up fishnets and boots. My lair would be my house. My super power would be eradicating debt, one unsuspecting soul at a time. Not because I dream of a zero balance like some people dream of the next iPhone (though not going into debt for a phone would be pretty sweet), but because debt is the arch nemesis of joy. It's that constant, nagging villain that doesn't seem to die. It's impossible to focus on your secret origin story, let alone your passions or purpose, when your brain is busy calculating which bill can survive being paid two days late.
By Sara Wilson8 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 9 days ago in Confessions
