humanity

The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.

The Truth
Every individual is different. We have our own ethnicities, sexual affiliations, sexual identifications, our own religious practices, our own political preferences and we all have our own walk of life. That being said, we all have four things in common. We all need oxygen to breathe, we all need a source of income to support our own way of life, we all need sustenance and we all have hobbies that we enjoy doing. The last two of these cannot be done without the hard-working individuals who work at retail stores.
By Tyler Brooke5 years ago in Journal
AN ANATOMY OF A COLD CALL
Me again; your friendly neighborhood “Vocal” correspondent and self-published Fiction author awaiting the ONE manuscript that will mark my “big break.” I mean, I’ve wanted to write fiction since I was around four; and I’ve stuck with that dream for 32-33 years (let’s just say that I don’t write on the side to justify my locker-room cleaning or ice-cream registering habits). So I must DESERVE my big break, right; if, for no other reason, than because I’ve waited this long?
By Kent Brindley5 years ago in Journal
Asalamalakim
Rugged child, closed off to the world, mute, that’s what you could have called me if I didn’t spoke a word to you when I was a child. So much in my life I decided to suppress due to the problematic situations I witnessed in my life. For starters I was, and probably still am just angry & saddened, the reason I am is because I remember previous situations or problems I had as a child going into my teenage years. I often replay these scenarios back in my head to this day because I feel so disappointed in myself, and angry at those who caused me to feel this way. Whether I sparked the problem or someone else did, yet I still must live to remember what I know. Death, suffering, fear, lack of hope was in the air while in school, you’d think as a teenager you would be worried about getting the girl of your dreams, standing up to the school bully, trying out for the sports team to become the most popular kid in school. Except if you change narratives, you’ll see it was the exact opposite for me, I often worried about who was going to kill due to the fact where I lived & who I knew in this world, having to stand up to predators in my community, learning how to fight to live tomorrow. I shed so many tears for those I lost within the past six years, having no time to cope because I had to become the man I needed to be, I knew my life mattered to those who aren’t alive to see my accomplishments. It was all seemed like a lost cause until I found my passion for writing, it was peace & happiness rather than fame & fortune, learning to find myself, knowing myself, through writing I started reading. Learning that we are all one family, Black, White, Colombian, Indigenous, Haitian, Jamaican, Cape Verdean, Guatemalan, Mexican, we are all a family, from the teachings that the original man & woman were of black people, who are the only ones on the planet to create so many beautiful shades of colors such as white, black, brown, light, tan. Meditating on the facts reading more while catching a breeze of the summer air surrounding me, before slavery black people were king & queens of the civilizations long before any hate was spread upon the world.
By 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐗5 years ago in Journal
Two Kingdoms
Once upon a time in a Kingdom far away a Princess was born. She was born from two worlds. Her mother, The Queen was from a world full of the most magical creatures you ever did see; some tall, some strong and some faster than any man could run. The earth here was so rich it grew the most beautiful flowers, plants and trees with sweetest fruit you ever did taste. Every day the sun would kiss your skin and the sunset would glow golden amber. Her Kingdom was called Congo.
By Marilyn Valentine 5 years ago in Journal
Day 78
Today is May 29. Someday I should go back and write down what happened in the first 50 days. I have notes somewhere. I don’t want to forget. But, I’ve been too stunned. I can’t think straight. I’ve barely cried. I can’t believe WWIII actually happened.
By Naomi Rix5 years ago in Journal
Toss
Today, I saw an article called "Young people, after work, they must be fooling around". After reading it carefully, I think it is priceless and tells a simple story, but it obviously tells not only the story itself, but also the expectation in life and the perfect combination of work and life.
By Raisa Rheda5 years ago in Journal
The June Freeze
March 14th “The ash no longer feels like a dusting of sadness and loneliness; but like the weight of remorse and guilt. Nothing more than speckles reminding me of you. Reminding me of the rain that fell on your viel when we were still able to ignore the world around us, still able to decide for ourselves, still able to take control of how our lives played out. Now look at us; I don’t know what to do anymore, to be honest, I’m not sure I want to even figure it out. What if you aren’t even out there, what if you blame me, not only for not protecting you but for everything leading up to that. What if you see me as a bad guy? I did what I could to stop you from leaving but you weren’t hearing any of it. I even bought you that beautiful locket-not that you were even grateful for it. You told me you didn’t like it; never wanted it. What more was I supposed to do? God, what a waste of money, but I guess in this world, what isn’t a waste of money? 20/20 is crystal clear, I suppose. This whole thing has made so many things so clear. Of course you didn’t want the locket, you wanted me to care, to listen, communicate, to be a better man-the man that you married. If I get out of this alive, I assure you, I will be that for you again. I love you, Cheyenne.
By Sumer Mertens5 years ago in Journal
Is Seeing Truly Believing?
"Your eyes can deceive you. Don't trust them," Obi-Wan said to Luke onboard the Millennium Falcon. The lesson conveyed is to not rely on your visual sense, but to feel and "reach out" intuitively to your instincts. I'm sure you're aware of the idea that nobody sees the same red. It's all a matter of perception. But how do we really know what we see is reality and not merely a perception of a collective experience?
By Ante Ills5 years ago in Journal
The All Too Familiar
Once again, I open my eyes to the all too familiar. The same ceiling, the same blue walls, the same rundown floor I’ve known my whole life.
By Anna Shedd 5 years ago in Journal
65 employers
My story is the farthest from normal we could get. So i will start there. Ive had 65 employers. Not employees. Employers. (Some were the same employers but i worked for them a few times). Got your attention? Yep you heard correctly.
By Nathan Schubick5 years ago in Journal
Needed Discomfort
Our tendency to sanitize unpleasantness I was born in 1963. I grew up watching the Vietnam war coverage on the evening news every night. Morley Safer, Walter Cronkite, Dan Rather. We saw the burning of villages, the crying faces of the Vietnamese women and children and old people. We saw the American soldiers struggling to understand a form of war for which they’d never trained, with a goal that seemed un-reachable. It was ugly. We watched body bags being loaded into aircraft carriers, headed for home. Those images were the roots of my inability to understand human beings treatment of one another. I still don’t understand it.
By Frances Leah King5 years ago in Journal
Unforgettable Birthday Breakfast
“I can’t believe we’re doing this!” Michele shouted as we ran across the abandoned airfield, her teal scarf flying behind her. “It’s so cold!”
By Barb Dukeman5 years ago in Journal