Taeyeon’s POV:
We were back at the dorm after another full day of schedules. I lazily laid down on my bed, being completely exhausted both mentally and physically. The day had felt so long and a headache was growing in my head. I closed my eyes and massaged my temples, an action I’ve been doing a lot lately.
Even after 7 years of schedules, my body has yet to get used to the daily routine of fatigue. Coming home day and night after working all day got quite stressful. I had learned to smile through the pain, but no matter how well I mask it, the pain is still apparent.
Whether my back is turned away from it or not, it was still there. And it stayed there like a shadow. Lingered somewhere inside my body, slowly weakened me, until feeling it in places I had never known existed. It ate every-bit of my insides, trapping me in an indescribable feeling I couldn’t seem to get away from and can’t seem to get away from even up to this day.
The idol life is somewhat like air. It is only with you for a certain amount of time, and you never know when you can no longer have it. It is something you have to take care of---something one seeks. Sometimes, it is the very thing a person needs. Something that inspires us. Something that comes to only a certain few; but to me it is so much more than that. They are something I live off of. I wake up with the need of it. It is like hating air, but knowing that having it gives you things that are so much better. To air and life, it is the experience. The very item that can kill you is the same item you need to live. It is something like that. Something so deep, I don’t think I can dig deep enough to finally understand it. But even with that knowledge, I choose to continue digging. In the e...
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...inking things again even as I was intoxicated; I guessed it’d become a habit I gained from depression.
“Damn you, Jessica Jung.” I muttered and smirked dejectedly. But more than to anyone else, damn you Kim Taeyeon.
“And why is that?” I heard her voice and looked beside me.
I noticed her standing there with one eyebrow raised and arms crossed. There were two images of her and a blurry background I could barely make out as our dorm. I was starting to think I was hallucinating. I squinted slightly to see better in some way, but it didn’t help very much. All in all, I can still notice the frustrated look she carried and I couldn’t help but smile and turn back to look at the glass filled with an alcoholic beverage.
I laughed to myself like a fool. I wonder how pitiful I look in her eyes.
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Before I could even think of what to do, she was right up at my window, wide-eyed. She gestured to open the door. There was no way I was doing that. She still had that aggressive tone in her facial expression. She couldn’t be trusted. She was crazy. I put my window down a little bit so I could see what she had to say. I was hoping it was an apology for rude she was to me.
creatures, no one ever stops to think about the darkness that lies within a person’s heart which
... authors conclude that it is through alienation within a small society that ultimately leads to the primary characters’ demise and death. Whether their individual cases are self imposed or externally imposed, the results and the impact are the same, annihilation of the human soul. Their craft make emphatic use of setting to the successful depiction of this theme. Both characters ultimately fall into the abyss of loneliness and despair proving that human existence cut-off and on its own is more destructive than positive . Thus their message seems to suggest that as humans, we need society in order to truly belong and have a connection, purpose and worth in this life, in order to truly live.
...ort of lasting meaning. What the lamented heroes of old had, and the zombie-like characters of the present generally lack, is the knowledge that the formation and maintenance of emotional bonds between human beings are the only meaningful enterprise of the human spirit and the only worthwhile endeavor of the human life. Both authors make it clear that those who spend their lives going through the motions of an unemotional society waste their lives as slowly and painfully as their bodies waste away. For them, the only way to truly live one's life is to follow the feeling, the passion of the soul.
By 2:00AM we finished everything and were waiting for a friend in the lobby, who was already waiting. I know, I haven’t slept for hours, but I believe this is worthwhile. I didn’t get to sleep the whole ride to their house. I spent all of my time looking out the window. I could barely see a thing. I...
...elings are love and fear, as I feared the loss of my father and his love. I believe that these feelings are exemplified in the most profound way through the process of death and dying. It is almost as though we are born to die. Without realizing what life is, how can you face your death? One’s death could almost be considered the culmination of their life. Technology has taken much away from the human aspect of dying. Why is it that only when faced with one’s mortality, do we begin to evaluate how we lived and the choices we have made? As I looked around the house it was hard for me to imagine that the man I so revered was gone. His jacket was where he last took it off and left it, and the project he last worked on left unfinished. Processing the grief has taken many years.
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The apartment was dark, the only source of light was the streetlamp from outside. Her tone was flat and I could see the steady flow of tears running down her neck into her shirt even from the far corner in which I
“I guess you’re right…” Logan muttered, finally permitting himself to succumb to the sweet, warm embrace of sleep. Remy smiled when he felt Logan’s breathing even out and saw his head hang. “There we go.” He whispered to himself, releasing his hold on the logical side and turning his chair around. He hooked an arm under his legs, the other held onto his back, and he carefully lifted him from his seat. Sleep carried the snoozing side over to his bed, pulled back the covers and gently placed him on said bed. He tugged the soft blankets over Logan’s body, and tucked him in all snuggly and tight. Remy observed Logan for a minute, smiling softly at the look on his face. Logan always looked so peaceful when he was asleep, it was a wonder why he didn’t
haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved
She looked at me with displeasure, “Are you kidding me? I feel as if I want this more than you do! You’re so close to the golden prize, the crown, yet you want to throw it away because you’re
Anyone who is asked the question, “What is inner peace?” will usually respond by saying, “Happiness.” Is this true? Is the only way to establish inner peace through happiness? Many philosophers and monks have contemplated what inner peace means, and from their efforts we have developed a ‘dictionary’ definition. Inner peace is a considered noun. But the question remains, is inner peace a thing or is it an idea? The connotation of inner peace is–just like beauty—in the eye of the beholder. Personally, I believe inner peace means stepping away from the doubts and misconceptions of modern day society and looking situations that evoke fear in the eye, with no fear in one’s heart.
“Yes,” I grumbled back, voice barely registering in the blank atmopshere. Claudia was a trainee, my replacement when I died. I assumed it must be soon, as she was sent. She was going to do a terrible job, that was for sure. Timid to the point of breaking down when meeting a new person, she was not a joy for me to handle.
"Hey you two stop it now! We need to work together if any of us will make it to Zion alive! Now look we all have our strengths and flaws lets not criticize each other okay?" Amber said
Everyday, there are workers who come home from their jobs with a high amount of health issues. Headaches, aching muscles, exhaustion, and many more health issues have workers wondering why this is happening. All of these symptoms can be linked to stress in the workplace. Job stress has become more of a problem than ever before. Numerous studies show that job stress is the major source of stress for American adults and that it has escalated progressively over the past few decades (“Workplace Stress,” 2004).