Humanity
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
The Difference Between Hatred and Holy Intolerance
There is a dangerous confusion in today’s world. People are told that loving others means accepting everything they say, everything they do, and everything they believe. But love without truth is not love. It is surrender and cowardice disguised as compassion.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast4 months ago in Confessions
"The night of inspiration kicking in"
As inspiration kicks in, I feel myself feeling so tired on creativity overload, but I can not help myself, I just want to keep writing, but medication has been taken and it's really kicking in as in really kicking in with not enough time to begin my next writing venture with inspiration.
By Cryptic Edwards4 months ago in Confessions
The Lost Chapters of You
Have you ever met someone who feels like a living, breathing library? That was Leo. He worked at this old, dusty bookstore downtown, "The Final Chapter." And he wasn't just a bookseller. He was a ghostwriter. He’d listen to people’s life stories—the CEO, the grieving widow, the aspiring influencer—and he’d spin their messy, real lives into perfect, polished prose. He was a master of other people's emotions, a curator of borrowed feelings.
By noor ul amin4 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 体操
I am sort of stressing right now and instinctively just started cleaning the house, the act of cleaning the house though is giving me some sort of energy. Also mixed with being a little buzzed, I think this is going to be the thing to get me through the night.
By Kayla McIntosh4 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Stopped Chasing People Who Didn’t Care.
The Day I Stopped Chasing People Who Didn’t Care When I stopped running after them, I finally found me. I used to believe that if I just loved people hard enough, they’d eventually love me back. I thought devotion could rewrite disinterest, and persistence could melt indifference. Every unanswered text felt like a challenge to prove my worth, every canceled plan a sign that I just needed to try a little harder.
By Muhammad Ilyas4 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Realized I Wasn’t Happy Anymore.
The Day I Realized I Wasn’t Happy Anymore A Journey from Emptiness to Self-Discovery It started like any other ordinary morning. The alarm buzzed relentlessly, a sound I had grown to hate but somehow ignored for years. I rolled over, rubbed my eyes, and reached for the phone that had become my lifeline to the world. Notifications flashed across the screen: emails from work, messages from friends I hadn’t really spoken to in weeks, reminders of bills, appointments, tasks, and a million tiny responsibilities. Everything seemed “normal,” yet something inside me felt hollow. That strange, gnawing emptiness had been building for months, but I had cleverly buried it beneath routines and obligations.
By Muhammad Ilyas4 months ago in Confessions
My Life Story. Content Warning.
It all started as a two-week-old baby. At two weeks old I had to deal with my own immune system, and my immune system collapsed. I was on the verge of death. No doctor really understood what I had. They thought I was born old, because I had no hair, no eyelashes, not even nails. I was born with nothing. And my sister thought I was some kind of alien.
By MyStories4 months ago in Confessions
