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The best relationship art depicts the highs and lows of the authentic couple.
Roots and Fruit
Roots and Fruit Photo by Lukáš Kulla on Unsplash Most people evaluate life by what shows. Results, behavior, success, failure, growth, collapse. Fruit is easier to measure than roots, so it becomes the focus almost by default. When something goes wrong, attention rushes to what is visible and immediate. When something goes right, credit is assigned to the most recent action. But this way of seeing consistently misreads causality. Fruit is never the beginning of the story. It is the result of something that has been growing quietly, often unnoticed, for a long time.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast5 days ago in Humans
A Baby's First Smile
That feeling you get when your newborn baby, beams that gummy smile at you is pretty special. It is a feeling a parent gets that is so fleeting, that you forget it a minute right after and don’t ever think about it or truly remember it again. There will be millions of smiles in life. But the first smile is like the first spring rain and vice versa. Spring in general, gives you that feeling of the first time, for something. It’s renewal, a refreshment of the spirit, after the doldrums of winter.
By Alexandra Grant7 days ago in Humans
Where there's Art there's Heart. Top Story - February 2026.
Here's a stupid thing: I adore art, but I start to panic whenever I step into a gallery. In the one place I should be at my contented best - surrounded by walls teeming with creative expression - I fall apart. What ought to be an enriching experience, tacitly designed to facilitate the exploration of human empathy and perspective, is for me an overwhelming purgatory of anxiety that compresses me to the point I cannot breathe. At the same time, I experience a sense of extraction, as though my head is being prized open to create a hole so big my sanity could evaporate. Somewhere between these two opposing forces of vice and vortex, I feel myself dissolving in a stream of panic that makes me want to cry; and I feel so daft feeling this way, that all I want to do is run for the hills.
By Caroline Jane9 days ago in Humans
