Humanity
Three heartbeats
I open my eyes and have to close them again, blinded by the light coming in through the window. I reach out and grieve when I find the empty half of the bed. I don't smell coffee and I don't hear the rattling of dishes in the kitchen when he's trying to prepare the little one. I hate when I wake up like this without him. I get out of bed and go to the window. I'll see him tomorrow because he's coming home. He felt my left hand and felt the small object in its place. This little object, so important to me, is the material proof of our love.
By Ianis😜4 years ago in Confessions
My Ideology: On becoming....
I want to be a successful woman in the nearest future, I want to have a nice life. I love intelligent conversations with intelligent people. I love beautiful dresses and I am good at making them. I love doing things without thinking of what I’ll do. I love the way that people smile at me. I love my family and friends. I love how they are so kind to everyone else in the world and so accepting of all kinds of differences. I love being myself no matter what. I am proud to call myself someone I am proud to love. I am proud to feel loved by others. I am proud to love the same person that others love.
By Fiction 'Ai' Writer4 years ago in Confessions
My 8 Confessions to My Mother.
My mother passed away more than 10 years ago, but it always stays in our memory. I would love to say this in life, but we always take the opportunity to remember the good times and leave here everything we wanted to say in person.
By Georgenes Medeiros4 years ago in Confessions
Capitalism And Grief
Raised in an ex-communist country like Albania, I feel proud to have been around the environment that could save my authenticity, and ability to feel, be curious, and passionate about people, things, and life. I dream big and draw roadmaps to get there. I believe in measuring performance to goals and working to ensure we are strengthening the communities we serve. I thought everyone was like this, I thought it was human to be and feel like this until I moved to Ireland and then to Canada. I realized something different, something that I could not understand what was it. People were nice and polite, talking about the weather and stuff, saying thank you to the bus driver every time they would get off the bus on that 2-minute route on the urban city bus. It seemed to me like I was on a different planet. I could talk with people but not really connect with them. Then after a while, I realized it was this political correctness culture that was not evident at all in Albania even after 20 years of democracy.
By Rudina 4 years ago in Confessions
Why I would rather meet my end.
About me... Hi, my name is... Doesn't matter. You ever get those replenished cups of "I don't give a damn"? That is me right now and to be frank with you, my dear chipmunks, I am not liking it. So, I have undertaken a severe reflection... and it didn't go as planned. See, it was not a positive reflective experience, rather it once again, replenished my cup of "I really don't give a damn".
By KaraBat4 years ago in Confessions
