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Trending dating lifestyle habits changing relationship expectations globally in modern society
The contemporary society has changed the manner in which individuals date, relate and commit to one person in the long run. The expectations regarding love and partnership have changed across cultures due to changing lifestyles, a sense of independence, and a shifting social value. Current singles and couples consider their personal and emotional development and alignment with their lifestyle as more important than their traditional schedules or social norms. Relationships are also shaped by technology, movements and cultural exchange among the world. This has led to dating being more goal-oriented, fluid, and customized, than ever.
By Willian Jamesabout 7 hours ago in Humans
Problem solving strategies for couples facing communication and commitment challenges
Positive relationships require healthy communication and commitment but many couples find it difficult to reflect them both at the same time. Emotional distance may arise due to misunderstandings and unmet expectations and conflicting priorities. A little problem can lead to a prolonged conflict when communication fails and commitment is questionable. These problems need the time, sincerity, and a mutual desire to make the relationships better to solve them. Couples that treat the problems as a team and not as adversaries are better placed to find permanent solutions, which will restore emotional intimacy.
By Mark Hipsterabout 8 hours ago in Humans
THE OBLITERATED MAN
I was—though I am rapidly ceasing to be—Egbert Craddock Cummins. The name remains, but the man does not. I am still, unhappily, the dramatic critic of the Fiery Cross, though what I shall become soon is uncertain. I write this in confusion and distress, for when a man begins to lose his own identity, even telling his story becomes difficult.
By Malak Faisalabout 8 hours ago in Humans
🌍 Real Life Struggle Story — “From Darkness to Dawn”
Ravi was born into a very poor family. He was only 7 years old when his father passed away. He was so poor that he could not even afford to eat two meals a day. In school, he was not allowed to study because he could not pay the fees. When he turned 15 years old, he started his struggle life journey. This is Ravi’s story.
By Harsh Sharmaabout 8 hours ago in Humans
Moon of the Sea has Returned to Me. Content Warning.
I felt the soft tickle on the back of my neck again. Those tiny hairs standing on end to signal the arrival of a lost but beloved spirit. I never knew when it was going to happen and despite its familiarity it always caught me off guard. I turned around, expectedly, like I was going to be greeting the visitor face to face, but I just laughed at myself because it never happens that way. It’s just a knowing that someone is there that hits me at the core of my being. Sometimes I wish I would spend more time developing my abilities to connect with the spirit world but the more I think about it the more I understand that this would require a lot more energy than I am willing to give. I continued my morning ritual of watering my potted plants outside before the heat of the summer day settled in like a heavy blanket. Gardening is another area in my life that could use some strong development but the fact that I could even keep the many potted trees alive meant that I was progressing. The feeling started to become more intense. What was at first a soft tickle was now full static electricity shooting down my back. I heard a faint ringing in my ears and before I could fully comprehend what was happening everything stopped. My body felt instantly calm, and I was surrounded by an unnatural silence. It’s almost as if I was suspended in another dimension. I looked around and now my mind was fully present in the moment. It had to be if I wanted to see what was calling for me. And that’s when I saw it. Right there on my favorite mimosa tree, covered with vibrant pink flowers, was a singular tiny honeybee.
By Carrie Hoppeabout 8 hours ago in Humans
I Wanted to End My Life after Being Publicly Shamed. Content Warning.
“Sometimes we tolerate unacceptable behaviour from others because we don’t know we deserve better.” — Kia Stephens ^ Sitting in the front passenger seat of a packed crew van, on our way to do a ‘quick turnaround’ aircraft clean, the forty-something male colleague, sitting next to me — out of nowhere and loud enough for the other male crew members sitting behind us to hear — unashamedly ridiculed me, in detail, about my genitalia.
By Chantal Christie Weissabout 8 hours ago in Humans
“Why Being ‘Strong’ Is Destroying a Generation”. AI-Generated.
I learned how to be strong before I learned how to ask for help. And by the time I realized those two things weren’t the same, I was already exhausted. We praise strength like it’s a cure-all. Be strong. Stay strong. You’re so strong—I don’t know how you do it. We say it at funerals. We say it after breakups. We say it to children who are learning too early that crying makes adults uncomfortable. Strength has become our favorite compliment and our most dangerous lie. Because no one ever explains what it costs. I grew up believing that being strong meant swallowing pain quietly. It meant not burdening others. It meant smiling through the worst moments because someone else always had it worse. Strength was silence. Strength was endurance. Strength was survival without witnesses. So I perfected it. When my world cracked, I didn’t scream. I didn’t collapse. I didn’t reach out. I showed up to work on time. I answered texts with “I’m good.” I posted photos where I looked fine. I carried my grief like a private weight strapped to my chest, invisible and crushing. People admired me for it. “You’re so strong,” they said, as if that settled everything. But strength, the way we define it, doesn’t heal you. It just teaches you how to bleed without making a mess. Somewhere along the line, we turned resilience into repression. We taught an entire generation that feeling deeply is a flaw and needing help is a failure. We turned coping into a performance and pain into something you manage quietly so it doesn’t inconvenience anyone else. We don’t tell people to rest. We tell them to push through. We don’t ask how they’re really doing. We accept “fine” and move on. We don’t sit with discomfort. We label it weakness and scroll past it. And the result? Burnout that looks like ambition. Anxiety that masquerades as productivity. Depression hiding behind jokes, overworking, and “I’m just tired.” We’re raising people who don’t know how to fall apart safely. People who can survive almost anything—except themselves. I’ve watched friends disappear slowly, not in dramatic ways, but in quiet ones. They became less expressive. Less present. Less alive. They mastered the art of functioning while numb. They wore strength like armor until they forgot how to take it off. And when they finally cracked, everyone was shocked. “But they were so strong.” That’s the problem. We confuse strength with the absence of visible pain. We trust people who don’t complain. We reward those who endure silently. We miss the warning signs because we’ve trained ourselves to admire them. Strength has become a trap. Especially for men, who are still taught that vulnerability is a liability. Especially for women, who are expected to carry emotional labor without collapsing. Especially for young people, who are navigating a world that demands resilience without offering support. We tell them to toughen up while the ground keeps shifting beneath their feet. Economic pressure. Social comparison. Constant visibility. Endless crises. The message is always the same: adapt, endure, keep going. No wonder so many feel like they’re failing at life while doing everything right. I used to think strength meant never breaking. Now I think it means knowing when you can’t hold yourself together alone. Real strength looks like admitting you’re overwhelmed before you’re destroyed by it. It looks like asking for help without apologizing. It looks like resting without earning it. It looks like saying, “I’m not okay,” and letting that be enough. But we don’t model that. We glorify hustle and stoicism. We romanticize struggle. We clap for survival stories and ignore the cost paid in private. We teach people how to push through pain—but not how to process it. So it stays. It settles in the body. It shows up as chronic stress, emotional distance, insomnia, anger that feels misplaced, sadness without a clear cause. It leaks into relationships. It shapes how we love, how we parent, how we treat ourselves. And then we wonder why so many feel empty, disconnected, and exhausted. This generation isn’t weak. It’s overburdened. It’s tired of carrying everything alone. Tired of being praised for strength when what it really needs is permission to be human. I don’t want to be strong anymore in the way I was taught. I don’t want to be admired for how much I can endure. I want to be supported for how honestly I can live. I want a world where we stop telling people to be strong and start asking what they need. Where we normalize softness alongside resilience. Where breaking isn’t a failure—it’s a signal. Where healing isn’t something you do quietly in the background while life keeps demanding more. Strength didn’t save me. Being seen did. And maybe that’s what this generation is really fighting for—not the right to be unbreakable, but the right to fall apart and be held instead of judged. If we keep teaching people to survive without support, we shouldn’t be surprised when survival feels like all they’re capable of. But if we redefine strength—if we make room for vulnerability, rest, and connection—we might finally raise a generation that doesn’t just endure life… …but actually lives it.
By Faizan Malikabout 10 hours ago in Humans
When True Love Never Questions Your Soul
“And she’s going to learn that this life will hit you, hard, in the face, wait for you to get back up, just so it can kick you in the stomach but getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.” — Sarah Kay’s Poem — If I Should Have a Daughter
By Chantal Christie Weissabout 11 hours ago in Humans
Libra Woman and Leo Man Compatibility Score. AI-Generated.
The pairing of a Libra woman and a Leo man is often described as one of the zodiac’s most magnetic and eye-catching matches. When these two come together, they naturally create a relationship filled with romance, style, warmth, and excitement. Both signs love beauty, attention, and emotional connection, making their bond feel vibrant and alive from the very beginning.
By Inspire and Funabout 11 hours ago in Humans
