Its Not Scripted

  When you’re young, life feels simple. But admiration? That’s a complicated feeling for a quiet kid,  the introverted, to of the class type, who speaks more with his thoughts than his voice. And in the middle of that silence… came Grace. What happened next? Let’s find out,  through a conversation that might be true... or might not. Grace: “Hey, Tommy. It’s been a while.” Tommy: “Yeah… it has.” Grace: “You look different.” Tommy: “So do you… but somehow, you don’t. Not to me.” Grace: “You still remember me?” Tommy: soft laugh “How could I forget? You were the first girl I ever liked.” Grace: “When?” Tommy: “Primary school. You probably didn’t even notice me back then — I was the quiet kid. Always alone. Always studying.” Grace: “I remember someone like that…” Tommy: “You were the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. Your hair… your eyes… your cheeks that always blushed in winter. Even your nose would turn red in the cold. I remember everything. Like a painting I saw once an...

When I was around ten years old, my dad introduced me to a game played on a small board with two sets of pieces—one black, one white. These pieces formed two opposing armies, standing face-to-face on a checkered board of alternating colors. He explained the rules: each piece had its own unique way of moving, and the goal was to corner the opponent’s king, leaving it with no escape. It sounded simple enough, but I was completely puzzled. What was I supposed to do? My dad started playing anyway. We took turns moving our pieces, but I kept losing. I had no clue what I was doing or how to approach the game. Then, he promised me a reward—a decent amount of money if I managed to beat him. Suddenly, I had all the motivation I needed. So, I kept trying. I lost again and again, but with every loss, I learned something new. Soon, I was the one asking to play another round. I had to win. Over time, I started to enjoy the game, not just for the challenge, but for the process. I began to understand...

  Pinterest I used to love drawing. It was my thing, my escape from the world. I just loved art. I remember my one and only scratch vividly. It was a rainy winter, yet the air was warm and comforting. I spent countless hours by the window, completely absorbed in it. The scene depicted an ancient temple on a hill, an angelic warrior standing over a fallen one, born from my admiration of art. Those days were magical. Each line I drew felt like a connection to a deeper part of myself. Since then, I just don't know what happened to me. Life grew complicated, and my passion for drawing faded. Responsibilities took over, and my sketchbook gathered dust. Yet, the memory of that rainy winter, the warmth, and the satisfaction of creating something beautiful stayed with me. As I look at my old scratches, I feel a flicker of that old passion. I was running from my depression into things I loved, which one day was art—all kinds of art. I was hiding in it from people and depression. It was my o...

  The Origins of the Seven Deadly Sins   The concept of the Seven Deadly Sins dates back to the Middle Ages, a period spanning from the 5th to the 16th century, known as the medieval era. During this time, the Catholic Church held a profound influence over society, effectively serving as the governing body of communities. The clergy's views and opinions held sway throughout society, shaping not only religious beliefs but also cultural trends. Within the realm of culture, there was a prevailing trend in art. Many artists, particularly painters, created a plethora of artworks, often commissioned by kings and patrons of the arts. These artists achieved fame, and their works became highly esteemed. The connection to our topic lies in the fact that the kings of the Middle Ages had the authority to commission artworks, often favoring those with religious themes. These commissioned works were preserved and admired by the monarchs, contributing to the widespread dissemination of paint...