Today on the bus, I saw a scene that made me feel quiet and warm inside. Can this really happen in real life?? 💖

honestly

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There's this way of talking where someone says something but they mean something else entirely, and everyone's supposed to understand the hidden meaning.

They want you to be gentle about wanting things, apologetic about knowing your own mind. But why?

Judgment is easy. It's one of the things I'm worst at, honestly. Someone does something wrong or says something unkind and my first instinct is to write them off, to decide they're the kind of person who does that thing.

My hands are never completely clean. There's always something under the nails—dirt from the garden, stains from work, evidence of doing what needs to be done.

It's confusing because these two fears seem like they should cancel each other out.

I used to think forgiveness meant you had to be okay with what someone did.

Not like the glossy magazine version or the kind of femininity that's about catching someone's eye.

We live in a time when everyone is trying to avoid pain. We're sold solutions for every discomfort—pills, products, distractions, quick fixes. And I'm not saying those things are all bad. But I've been noticing that when I try to avoid every bit of hardship, I end up feeling spiritually empty. Like I'm just moving from one comfort to the next, but nothing is actually changing me or making me grow.

But there's a kind of quiet that comes from just... paying attention instead of always talking. Listening instead of filling every space with words.

I'm just trying to figure out who I am first 😅

I’m a fitness trainer. For many people, that immediately creates an image — perfect body, endless energy, strict routines. The reality is a little different.

I’ve started thinking about old age more often than I used to. Not with fear — with realism.

I registered on this site only a few days ago. No long story behind it. Just a clear decision.

There are moments when you suddenly realize how much time has passed. Not in a dramatic way. Just quietly.

I’m a widow. I say it calmly now, but I know how heavy this word sounds to others. For many people, it comes with assumptions before questions. With silence instead of curiosity.