Humanity
We Should All Feel Wonderful Every Day
Introduction A ten-year-old post from Seven Days In showing that my attitudes have not changed much. It's just about caring for others and supporting them if you can, and how giving can be as gratifying as receiving.
By Mike Singleton đź’ś Mikeydred 4 months ago in Confessions
THE DAY MY MOTHER TOLD ME THE TRUTH ABOUT MY FATHER
I was seventeen when my mother sat me down at the kitchen table, the same one where I had done my homework and eaten birthday cake for years. The afternoon light came through the window, turning the dust in the air into tiny floating stars. She had been quiet all morning, moving slowly, her face pale in a way that made me nervous. I thought she was sick, or maybe she had lost her job. I didn’t expect her to change everything I believed about my life.
By Alpha Man4 months ago in Confessions
THE NIGHT MY BEST FRIEND DISAPPEARED
It has been ten years since the night my best friend disappeared, but I still remember every detail as if it happened yesterday. The smell of rain, the faint hum of streetlights, the sound of her laughter fading into the dark. Some nights I still wake up hearing her voice calling my name.
By Alpha Man4 months ago in Confessions
Snaked by my own kind. Top Story - October 2025.
The value of loyalty can not be overemphasized, it is one of those things we all enjoy and which brings us great comfort. Whether it's our parents and how loyal they are to us, or our friends and the commitment they have for us. I don’t know about others, but it's something I value a lot in all the friendships I have because I understand just how important and valuable it is in society. It is also one of those pleasurable gifts we can get from anybody, and de-facto we expect it from everybody we get to interact with.
By real Jema4 months ago in Confessions
Afterimage
I’ve tried to reach you, but the words always disappear before I finish. It felt like a glitch in the universe, like I wasn’t supposed to speak to you but did anyway. There remains an impulse in me that will not surrender. I’ve been watching the world move in slow motion, waiting for you to say something. You never did. That silence taught me everything.
By Fatal Serendipity4 months ago in Confessions
After the Last Embrace
Welcome to After the Last Embrace This is not a blog about death. It’s a blog about what hurts, about what is lost without a burial, what breaks without making a sound, what we miss without permission. Here, we talk about loss—of every kind. The ones we can see and the ones we can’t, the ones that have a name and the ones no one dares to name, the ones cried in silence, carried for years, the ones that change us forever. Because losing isn’t only when someone dies; it’s when a mother who’s still alive drifts away, when a friendship fades without explanation, when a child who never lived is lost, when faith, hope, home, childhood, or even oneself disappears. And all of that also deserves space. It deserves words, company, and time—to look again, to recognize what remains, and to rebuild, step by step, whatever can be rebuilt. It deserves a patient ear that holds, without haste, the weight we sometimes don’t even know how to name.
By luz entre lagrimas4 months ago in Confessions
đź’” When a Soul Leaves: The Unbearable Silence After Losing a Beloved Dog
There are moments in life when time simply stops. When the world becomes unbearably quiet, and the familiar rhythm of love that filled our days disappears — not because love ended, but because the heart that carried it is gone.
By Stefano D'angello4 months ago in Confessions
We Fell in Love Too Late
The first time I saw her, she was laughing in the rain. I was running late for a train, soaked to the bone, clutching a coffee that had already gone cold. She stood there—under a broken umbrella, smiling at the sky as if the storm had arrived just to dance with her.
By Alpha Man4 months ago in Confessions
Alessia Scita: The Essential Arithmetic of the Heart
I have always believed that wisdom can emerge from the most unexpected places—not just from the hallowed halls of academia or the boardrooms of power, but in the everyday conversations, in the quiet reflections of young people finding their footing in the world. When a young woman, someone like Alessia Scita, shares a piece of her personal philosophy with the world, it invites us all to pause and truly listen. Her observations, delivered with the clarity and directness that comes with truly seeing a truth for yourself, strike at the core of what it means to connect, what it means to love.
By Kate Hydeen4 months ago in Confessions
