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A Lifer's Guide to Survival "Victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory however long and hard the road may be." One Hundred Days. One Hundred Stories.

A collection of stories about life, love, loss, tragedy, and triumph. Stories that illuminate the resilience of the human spirit. One Persistent Lifer. Welcome to ALGTS, a publication dedicated to sharing stories about life, love, perseverance and strength, in the hopes of inspiring at least one other Lifer to keep trudging on. View our latest stories: https://medium.com/a-lifers-guide-to-survival.

Have you ever considered that your obstacles might be divided into different eras?
14/08/2024

Have you ever considered that your obstacles might be divided into different eras?

Read writing from sheri ಇ on Medium. Artist derailed by circumstance. Every day, sheri ಇ and thousands of other voices read, write, and share important stories on Medium.

Along the fords that join the falls,I sit alone and watch them all,Rotten people with rotten chores,Wear mask-like smile...
27/05/2024

Along the fords that join the falls,
I sit alone and watch them all,
Rotten people with rotten chores,
Wear mask-like smiles in empty stores.

Babies coo ‘midst sorrowful wails,
Hollow and stale beneath the veil.
Triumph and praise flank dark decay,
And yet we stay,
Sit still and pray.

Broken shells and tattered dreams,
Oblivion lives between the seams.
A sun that smiles as dark clouds weep,
A world that stirs, yet cannot sleep.

When bitter hopes had turned to ash,
‘Neath bleeding skies that would not pass,
I heard a man begin to laugh,
Among the boats, where children sang:

“This rotten town, these rotten streets
Where we all walk with rotting feet.
Unaware, but we can see
Just how rotten it all is.”

Cries of the have-nots

It’s easier when you’re younger, to pretend you fit in. Just follow what everyone else is doing. Walk where they walk an...
17/05/2024

It’s easier when you’re younger, to pretend you fit in. Just follow what everyone else is doing. Walk where they walk and talk how they talk… Stay in the middle of the crowd and never get noticed. But when you get older, then you have to really put in the work. Wake up early with nowhere to go, do something – anything – for as long as possible. Count the seconds until you can come back home and be your true empty self without restraint. A complicated charade that no one will seem to care about until the day you....

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Life, oh life.

“What’s happened in the past is nothing, if you think of it as nothing. But if you consider it a big deal, then others w...
17/05/2024

“What’s happened in the past is nothing, if you think of it as nothing. But if you consider it a big deal, then others will too. That’s how everything works. You’re the one who makes the first choice.”

An African Girl’s Experience In The West

14/05/2024

“I have nothing to offer but the soles of my feet, dreams covered in dust.”

The words were sprawled across a blue monotone painting of what appeared to be a frail African woman, wrapped in a thin gauzy fabric that barely covered her withered features.

The simple — yet bizarre — painting hung tall in the grand assembly hall. It was the only painting in the whole school and that was what it read. Our student body was made up of children whose ages fell somewhere in the range of 6–13, so it was an odd choice for a painting as its significance would be lost on our undeveloped minds. Most people didn’t even notice it; not the teachers, or the general staff… NEVER the students.

But I did.

I noticed it every single day for the 3 years I attended that school and it always bothered me. I’ve thought about it many times in the years since I finished primary school, but I have never understood it. Or at least I didn’t think I did, not the deeper meaning anyway. What was the artist saying? What were they thinking? Why were the woman’s dreams covered in dust? And how would the soles of her feet help anyone?

I remember joking to a friend — who only noticed the piece of art when I pointed it out — that the woman in the painting truly had nothing to offer if all she had were her own foot soles. She didn’t even have a proper dress, yet there she was offering her soles to the world. What made it worse was that the painting was a portrait, so you couldn't see her feet, much less her soles. It drove me mad.

I’ve ransacked the internet for the painting and its meaning, but it exists nowhere else on the planet but on that wall. My questions have remained unanswered for over a decade now, and the only thing I’ve ever known about the painting - that I have known since I first laid my eyes on it - was this: I would do whatever I could to never become that woman.

(Continue reading "The Words" by OJWolfe on Medium)

"Victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory however long and hard the road may be."

A collection of stories about life, love, loss, tragedy, and triumph. Stories that illuminate the resilience of the human spirit.

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