humanity
The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.
On the way to find (a missing part of) myself
I am an engineer, working as Senior manager in a multinational company where for more than 21 years I have been travelling around the world. I am also father of a teenage girl, a husband and a PADI diving instructor.
By Giuseppe Moscarda4 years ago in Journal
Hometown Heroes-village girl
Trying to struggle and achieve from a middle class family I always dreamt to be an engineer. Parents have always supported irrespective of staying in a village full of criticism, jealousy , insult, crazy minds, mean people, not helping when someone wants to rise up.
By Harsha Upadhyaya4 years ago in Journal
Access the Good
A friend of mine, very recently, asked me a pretty simple question, that should have had a pretty simple answer, “Tell me a happy memory from your past.” To my surprise, it was rather difficult. I laid down on my couch, got nice and comfy, closed my eyes, and searched through all the folds in my brain. I could not come up with one specific, pinpoint memory of happiness! I had general feelings of people, places, and life events that I know gave me joy, but it was frustrating to nail down the specifics of any one thought. I cheated a little bit and told her that right then I was having a happy memory talking with her…not good enough. I continued to dig and came up with one about a job promotion I had gotten years earlier and the feeling of pride I had at that moment. It was a real feeling of accomplishment and validation. My friend told me to remember and tap into that feeling whenever you needed a boost. That’s good advice, although I remember saying it felt a bit clinical. I still had this nagging feeling though. I know I have many, many happy memories. It just seems as though when I try to access certain ones, especially dealing with people, they seem to be complex and cloudy.
By Randal Hall4 years ago in Journal
"New Adult"
In May of 2021, I graduated college. After five years, three different universities, and three majors I got my Bachelor’s. Now, quickly approaching a year after graduation, I’m still not working in my field. Family is of course politely asking “do you have any feelers out there,” or sometimes impolitely asking “how come you’re not doing anything environmental?” My response is usually something like “I’m happy with my job now” or “I am doing environmental things I’m just not getting paid for it.” What I really want to say is “Yeah, I know what you’re thinking and I think I’m wasting my life too.”
By Emma Wilson4 years ago in Journal
The pandemic ate me alive
Not all of us got out of the pandemic alive. I look in the mirror as I get ready for work and I’m careful not to make direct eye contact with the being looking back at me. I don’t want to see their eyes. I don’t want to see their pain, because it is my pain too. If I look in the mirror, I will have to admit that I lost; that we lost, and that perhaps, we are still losing.
By Suge Acid Hawk4 years ago in Journal
It's the Loneliness.....
January 18th, 2022 11:11PM I'm not going to lie. The toughest thing wasn't getting a job. It wasn't dealing with DCS. It wasn't even finding a place to stay. The toughest thing was loneliness. That's the part that they don't teach you about in those classes. They show you how to do everything but make friends. You meet people and some of them turn out to be wonderful and then they find out about where you used to be at and why you were there and they no longer want anything to do with you. They're mad at you because of what they think you did or they feel like you're a threat to them. They don't want to take the time to think about what's really going on. They don't want to let you grow. They just don't want anything to do with you. It hurts and the truth is that you're doomed to deal with it over and over again for the rest of your life as long as you decide to meet new people. Some people will tell you that if you have family, then that's all you need. That your family is enough. But what if your family has a family. They have lives of their own. What if you live alone? You think your family is going to come over for dinner every night? Everything will be all good for maybe the first month and then it sets in that you're out and established and now you have to move forward. People will expect you to find some job that eats all your time up. A job cannot fill that void for other people in your heart. Maybe if you trust God, He will put the right people in your heart. That's one of those things that takes patience. And everything about learning patience hurts. I don't have any advice for you on this because I haven't solved it either. All I know is that I am sick of feeling lonely. I lived with Erica for 2 years. Hunter was in my life for 3 months. After that, I was surrounded by people for 20 years. Now I live alone by myself in a house. The silence is jarring. I have to run noise in the background to keep myself from going insane. I have cried more in the past 80 days than I have in the last 20 years. It is these silences that compound my loss and that's the one thing no one has figured out yet. It's not just that I am alone but in my loneliness I am reminded of everything that I lost.....Hunter.....Erica.....Hunter....20 years of my life.....Mom.....Dad.....Hunter.....you get my point? They say things will get better. I dearly pray so. I trust God. I really do. But at the same time, it still hurts that people will reject me not because of who I am but because of what they think I did. I'm a good person. It's not so hard to see that once you get to know me....but you have to get to know me first. Once you get to know me you will see that I'm not such a bad person after all. Sometimes bad things happen to good people and this was one of those times. It was a horrible thing that happened but I am determined to make the most of my second lease on life. I have paid my debt to society and all that I ask is that people give me the benefit of the doubt and get to know me as the person that I am, not the person who you think I ought to be. It's amazing that in today's world, we try to rail against pre-conceived notions and we create safe spaces for certain groups and yet we do not act consistent in this. When we meet someone who challenges our notions of what we think is right and proper, we tend to shrink back and be afraid and even attack. If that is how you are and you have no wish to change from that, then so be it. But I grew as a person while I was in prison and I intend to keep growing. Loneliness may be the killer, but I intend to seek life...not life in prison, but a life of freedom and happiness.
By Adrian English4 years ago in Journal
I Will Listen
As a white woman, I very likely have no business writing about inclusion. If I have learned anything in the last two years, it is that we need to amplify the voices of people of color and the marginalized of society, and still the voices of the people who, for lack of better verbiage, look a lot like me.
By Deidra Darst4 years ago in Journal
Unique Perspectives Part III
1. Where music and acting meet. Music is built on an image to convey a certain emotion, as is an actor when addressing that image. So, thus, music and acting become inextricably tied--or so it seems--as they both strive to hone in on the same end result.
By Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man4 years ago in Journal
