Humanity
Be yourself
Hashtag I want to be famous, or at least that's what the world seems to be following. Everyone wants to make money the easy way and not put in the effort of having actually get to the point of being lazy and making money. Some people are lucky and come from generations of wealth, others not so much. Me? Well I come from the middle, some where down the line my family were slaves and one side became wealthy and the other stayed in a loop. I as a black female am caught making sure I don't stay in that loop, so I share with the world who i am. Not for money either, just for the fact that I know there are other people out there like me, no matter what color there skin. People who want to show their art skills in many different forms. My vision is to just be me and express myself in as many different ways I can think of. For my knowledge we are on this planet for something, so why not do everything, or at least as much as you can. I want the world to know, that you don't have to be like pewdiepie or beyonce or jimi Hendricks to have validation of any kind and as a new mom I want my story told to encourage those moms that feel as if they world isn't there to help them. We are so lucky to live in this time of existence that you can upload your life just by a push of a button and someone will see it and feel it, that to me is true art. Think back to when the world didn't have phones or even records life was full of up coming artists who had true motivation because they weren't stuck behind a screen. I want to teach that again but renovate it for modern life, so that creativity is not that and you don't have to mimic someone else just because what they are doing seemed to work for them. We are not the same, if we were then life would be boring and we wouldn't have any great artwork every.
By Ayubis5 years ago in Confessions
The Time I was Homeless...It Really Happened.
At the beginning of 2020, I became homeless. On New Year's day, my daughter and I were kicked out of the place we were living, where we had been for a few years. One thing I never thought would happen, happened at that moment. Of course, we got to stay until the next day because no where was open on a holiday, but the very next day, we went to get help since we no longer had a place to stay.
By Crissy Cornwell5 years ago in Confessions
The Blue heart at the center of my yellow life
Mors certa, vita incerta I am a photographer and a writer and I should not be here. In November of 2020, I lay in a 'mini-coma', unconscious, dreamless, somewhere rivering toward the leaving of this life....and then, 3 days after losing consciousness, I awoke....
By Robert A Black5 years ago in Confessions
Unqualified for Life
Do you ever feel like you’re just not cut out for existing? I don’t mean depression or anything like that. Just, when looking for a job, you know, doing what is necessary to survive and exist in this world, you find that you’re simply unqualified for . . . everything. I don’t mean incapable. Unqualified.
By J.C. Winter5 years ago in Confessions
Disentangled Threads Like Us
Carrying the world above our shoulders is a task that we eventually learn (or hope) to manage as we get older. Not only do we carry love, hurt, memories, unforgettable faces, smiles, worries, hopes, fears, and so on - but our soul eventually starts picking up and carrying little things that bring joy and purpose to our world (some people call them hobbies, others - their purpose).
By This is Euni5 years ago in Confessions
Know the Difference Between Distractive Loneliness and Desired Solitude
My kind of loneliness rather aggravated than relieved the gloom of my life. I stole cautiously towards my secluded bench in the middle of a little island of sunflowers in their utmost bloom and richness of color. One would be almost invisible amongst those kingly looking plants with their golden crowns and massive leaves.
By Olya Aman5 years ago in Confessions
My Boss Fell in Love With Me and Laid Me Off
Regret made me goofy. Sorrow gave me an enigmatic flavor. I was out of heart The existence of conscience makes the claws of regret sharp. And the stronger one, the deeper the other can penetrate a sensitive flesh. The depressing influence of this feeling creates the sensation of a jail in a living body. This emotion casts a grim look on life. The damp atmosphere that regret creates is suffocating. We need to learn how to dispel the smog from the past and at the same time to keep our hearts from being dried up.
By Olya Aman5 years ago in Confessions
I Am Not Her Negro
This was the scene. I had just watched the movie “I Am Not Your Negro” at the AMC Forum in Montreal. I quite liked it; many of the clips used to trace important moments in the life of the writer James Baldwin were material I had seen online or on TV programs too far back in my youth to forget them. What surprised me the most was the general premise of the movie: Baldwin intended to write a book based on the lives of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., Malcolm X, and Medgar Evers. He knew all three men. He understood what they represented for black America and how they were molded and formed by their relationship to white America. And he saw that all three men wanted the same things: respect, opportunities, and hope for themselves, their communities, and their families. Those dreams would not always be granted in their lives, but it was earned in their deaths and the legacies they left to be discussed and debated. The moments when Baldwin’s own responses to their losses are shared by Samuel L. Jackson are very moving; some of the most powerful moments in the film have no visible action on the screen except his voice repeating Baldwin’s own deep feelings. And because of these moments, I considered the film a true success. The audience seemed to feel that way, too, although I could not measure all of the individual opinions next to mine. It was a movie I had to watch without being conscious of any after-credits discussion about its merits, problems, and what it was all meant. I never thought about what it meant. I thought about how I felt. I thought about James Baldwin. I thought that I had to see it again.
By Kendall Defoe 5 years ago in Confessions
