Soap Box Corner
Speaking into nothing.
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When people talk about polarization today, the usual suspects come up first. Social media. Cable news. Donald Trump. Twitter mobs. Facebook algorithms. But the truth is, the breakdown of political discourse in America did not start in the last decade. It did not even begin with the internet. What we’re experiencing today is the culmination…
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AUTHOR’S NOTE: This story is very personal to me. It explores brain injury, loss of control, and suicidal thoughts. I wrote it during a rough time in my life, and I kept it raw, which means it may be a difficult read. If you’ve experienced something similar, please know you are not alone. Take care…
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Liam woke to a dim light pressing against the curtains, the kind that promised no brightness, just the gray persistence of a cloudy day. He sat up slowly, letting the air of the room settle around him before swinging his legs to the floor. The boards creaked under his weight, a tired groan that belonged…
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I miss my daughter’s voice. Not simply the sound of it, though that too feels like a haunting absence, but the life it carried, the laughter, the curiosity, the small discoveries she once poured into words as if the world were too vast to hold inside. Now it comes to me only in fragments, a…
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There are nights when I feel myself dissolving into the dark ocean above, as though some hidden current has lifted me beyond the weight of matter. I don’t fly so much as drift, carried past light itself, unbound by the ordinary pull of time. The stars don’t look like points of fire but like rivers…
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Lately, I’ve felt myself drifting. Meditation, which once gave me a sense of quiet refuge, has grown restless. I still sit, still breathe, but the stillness doesn’t settle like it used to. Instead, I find myself circling a quiet suspicion: that all I do, all I strive for, might rest on no foundation at all.…
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The sun rises slowly over the edges of the small town, brushing gold over the fairways and bunkers of the forgotten golf course just outside the town proper. It resembles a path once frequented, now just a cluttered way through an overgrowing forest. Thomas is already there, bent over the 7th green, fingers dirty with…
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I hope this reaches someone who needs it. A friend of mine recently went through a loss, and I want to share a journal entry from my own experiences, hoping it might offer some comfort. You are not alone, many feel your pain, we all are human. There he was. Still. Unmoving. As though the…
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Earlier this evening, something strange happened. I felt a moment of déjà vu, but not the usual passing flicker. This one was slower, heavier. It felt like stepping into a moment I had already lived and not just “remembered.” Alongside it came this quiet unease, as if something small but important could go wrong if…
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Politics is often messy and divisive, yet it is essential for a healthy society. While I am not aligned with any partisan perspective, I am deeply concerned with a destructive, systemic problem: the corrosive effects of compromise when it violates core principles. From unilateral executive actions in the United States to historical episodes in Europe,…
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