humanity
Mental health is a fundamental right; the future of humanity depends on it.
Is Life Precious Because It Is Infinite?
So not many people look forward to death, even if they’ve lived a long and satisfying life. So it would seem there’s a big appetite for the opposite of death or immortality and a lot of scientists are working on if not immortality, per se, at least extending life by many years. Isn’t life precious in large part because it is so finite? And if there were an avenue toward immortality, how desirable would you find that?
By Blessing Akpan5 years ago in Psyche
Deer Family,
Quietly driving down the backroads, impending rain brewing in the night sky. There was a big day ahead of me tomorrow and the storm seemed like a mirror image of the anxiety inside of me. Lighting up behind the clouds, you could feel the moisture in the air and any minute now it was about to break through. Anxiety has been something that has overcome me, and even my best intentions, since I was a kid. That sudden feeling of Doom. Preparing for any important event, big and small, thinking of every little thing that could go wrong. Anything that could ruin the happiness you are trying to manifest. Its debilitating, frustrating and all consuming sometimes.
By Stella Marie5 years ago in Psyche
Self-exploration
SELF EXPLORATION (SOGHAT JAVED) Self-exploration which is also known as self-realization at the right time is the best thing that can happen to oneself. Self-Realization is the continuous process whereby an individual’s self-concept is enhanced every time they experience some change.
By soghat javed5 years ago in Psyche
A Detour Through Portland
I had the most interesting little detour on my way to the Oregon Convention center this past Spring. My husband and I have one car. Since I am the one predisposed to public transportation, when our schedules conflict, I take the metro/bus. So I took my route one morning to volunteer for the vaccine effort and got off the bus to switch to the metro. At the metro station there was a man talking to himself very loudly as he raided the train station's trash cans.
By Lucy Alice Dickens5 years ago in Psyche
My Dark Inside Sea
I've lost something that I loved. Well, I think I have. I know I'm not the only one. I'm actually very fortunate. This has been a hard year and I have lost less than other people. But that doesn't stop me from feeling sad. Feeling a deep sense of loss that is so profound that if I access the feeling I fear that I might sink totally into the angry dark sea inside that covers it. I have to survive from one day to the next, to function and enjoy things. The way I do that is to keep the sea deep inside. It is there, but it is covered by stones, grass and trees so I can't always see it.
By Rachel Dodman5 years ago in Psyche
Ed and the Terrifying Brown Paper Box
The doorbell rang. Strange… I thought. No one ever really rang the doorbell these days, they usually text me they are outside. Come to think about it, that’s strange to think. We are that addicted to our mobile devices that we would rather use it to act as a doorbell rather than just as easily press a button specifically designed for this purpose.
By Jason James Batchelor5 years ago in Psyche
