Jhon smith
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Happiness Is Allowed
No one ever told us it was forbidden. We just learned to behave as if it were. In the city where I live, happiness feels like a suspicious thing—something you don’t display too openly, like cash pulled out in a crowded place. People smile, but briefly. Laughter is measured. Joy is edited before it reaches the mouth, as if someone might accuse you of not suffering enough.
By Jhon smith2 months ago in Humans
I Missed the Meeting, But the Fire Cats Stayed
I’m sitting here watching a strange video—three orange cats, neon-bright, glowing like embers. The number 333 keeps flashing on the screen, and for some reason it feels intentional, like the universe is tapping me on the shoulder instead of shaking me awake. The sound from the TV hums softly, almost like a bonfire crackling on a beach. Fire cats. That’s what they are. I don’t know why that comforts me, but it does.
By Jhon smith2 months ago in Confessions
The Day Learning Spoke Back
The classroom had learned to be silent long before the students did. Its walls were pale, almost apologetic, as if they knew they were holding more than chalk dust and old posters. They held unfinished thoughts. Forgotten questions. The kind of curiosity that once burned brightly and then learned, slowly, to dim itself.
By Jhon smith2 months ago in Education
The Invisible Hand That Rules
In the heart of the city, there’s a building that no one notices. Its glass walls reflect the sun, its elevators glide silently, and its corridors smell of polished ambition. Decisions are made here that shape millions of lives, yet outside, the city breathes, unaware. The air hums with traffic, the chatter of cafes, the distant wail of sirens, and life moves on as though the building’s influence is nothing more than an echo.
By Jhon smith2 months ago in Journal
