breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
MY EYES UP
**My Eyes Up** I used to walk with my eyes down. It wasn’t that I feared the world—at least, that’s what I told myself. It was more that the cracks in the pavement felt predictable. Safe. They didn’t ask anything of me. They didn’t require the vulnerability that comes with meeting another person’s gaze.
By charles chaiko3 months ago in Humans
The Day the Dog Turned - 19 November 2025
The Day the Dog Turned - 19 November 2025 Morning has a strange way of fooling us. It begins softly, quietly, making us believe the entire day will be peaceful. But on 19 November 2025, that calm morning betrayed me. I woke up feeling fresh, with a clear mind and no worries. The cool air from the mountains made the morning even more peaceful. Birds were chirping, the streets were still waking up, and everything looked normal.
By Wings of Time 3 months ago in Humans
Necessary Truth
The Foundation Of All Thinking Every human act of reason begins with an assumption. The assumption is that logic exists. When we say something is true or false, when we draw conclusions or recognize contradictions, we rely on fixed laws of thought that we did not invent. These laws are universal, consistent, and independent of personal opinion.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast3 months ago in Humans
When Logic Becomes A Weapon
The Rise Of Performative Reason We live in an age where people worship logic but rarely use it with integrity. Reason has become a stage performance rather than a search for truth. Arguments that once served to clarify reality now serve to elevate ego. Debate has become entertainment. Outrage has replaced understanding.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast3 months ago in Humans
Heart's Commitment
When you fall in love with someone, don't focus on how long your time together will last, or calculate the gains and losses in this chapter of your journey. If the day comes when you truly have to say goodbye, then let yourselves wave farewell through misty eyes, offering mutual thanks. How wonderfully warm and comforting it is to look back and be grateful that your life paths once intertwined, that your memories bloomed with such vivid color. When you love someone, please treat them with ultimate gentleness. Even if fate inevitably forces you to choose the painful half of life, ensure your shared memories are flawless. At the very least, you once belonged to each other.
By Water&Well&Page3 months ago in Humans
When Work Bonds Grow Deeper Than Home
In today's fast-paced professional climate, workplace relationships organically emerge. We work on projects together, meet tight deadlines, and spend long hours with coworkers. However, these contacts might gradually develop into emotional bonds that eclipse our domestic relationships. As these bonds strengthen, the lines between professional and personal life blur—often without anyone explicitly realizing it.
By Bloom Boldly3 months ago in Humans
How Losing You Saved Me
I didn’t understand it at first. Grief doesn’t arrive with clarity; it arrives like a fog—thick, disorienting, and strangely quiet. When I lost you, it felt like the world rearranged itself without my permission. Every familiar thing became unfamiliar. Every routine felt foreign. Even my own heartbeat felt like something I had to relearn.
By LUNA EDITH3 months ago in Humans
Male Depression And Emotional Affairs Often Hide In Routine
Male depression is one of the most overlooked mental health challenges, often overshadowed by assumptions about strength, stability, and silence. Nevertheless, while many men appear composed on the surface, emotional battles frequently unfold beneath the routine of everyday life. Often, emotional affairs become an escape, silently intertwined with the symptoms of depression. These two issues—male depression and emotional affairs—can become hidden patterns shaping relationships, identities, and daily behaviors.
By Bloom Boldly3 months ago in Humans
Shattered Glass
The vase cracked a long time ago. It held the flowers of my youthful wonder and the possibilities on the horizon. The view changed from the moment of impact. The solid container so sure of its ability to hold both nourishment and dream developed just the tiniest crack, a hairline fracture, from a cold shoulder, a cruel comment dismissive of the vision in my eye, the blossoming in my heart. Although young, one thing I knew was the pain. I also knew how to say no, and no more. But, the vision was still there and the budding flower wanted to open. So, I sealed the cracks still hopeful of the dream. But, they corroded, branching off to form a mosaic that was the picture of a melodrama.
By Aissa Martell3 months ago in Humans
The Path from Destruction. Top Story - November 2025.
So I'm "here," parked in Joe Pye Weed Field on a warm October night, with Kenny, Nate, and Mark, three friends I've known since childhood. We're all in our early twenties. It's 1988. There's plenty of Budweiser and cheap vodka going around.
By John R. Godwin3 months ago in Humans
