I can’t remember the last time a movie made me cry. Perhaps it’s because I know the characters aren’t real. That doesn’t mean I underestimate the work of actors, writers, directors, or producers. As a writer and content creator myself, I understand the effort it takes to create a story that moves an audience.
But for me, movies remain stories I watch. Life is a story I live.
Life has its own movie scenes—moments I wish I could capture on film and replay whenever I need to remember what they felt like.
Before writing this, I was lying on my bed, wandering through memories, knowing that work was fast approaching. I hadn’t even prepared my dinner. I eventually got up, moved to the couch, and lay there with my hands over my head.
Real stories are lived❤️
The pressure was becoming overwhelming. I desperately needed something to distract my mind from the anxiety caused by everything that had brought me to this point. And somewhere in that silence, I think I shed a few tears.
Not because of a movie.
Because I was emotionally exhausted. Empty. Separated from my family under circumstances I never intended or wanted.
The decision to be away from my wife and children was made for a reason—for their good, for our future, and for the possibility of building something more sustainable for all of us. That purpose is what keeps me going, even when the cost of pursuing it feels painfully high.
It has been almost a year since I left, without knowing exactly when I will see them again.
Sometimes, memories of our life together replay in my mind—the laughter, the ordinary moments, the little things I once took for granted. And those memories carry an emotion no movie has ever been able to create in me.
Because some stories don’t need actors.
Some stories are lived.
And sometimes, reality writes the scenes that make us cry.
I just finished my Spanish lessons for the day, after another night when sleep refused to come. The night shift has changed my entire life system. Even after a rigorous workout, I can still find myself lying in bed, turning from left to right, hoping for just a few hours of rest.
And then comes uncertainty.
I can barely remember a time when my future felt certain rather than constantly suspended in questions. What happens next? Will things work out? Did I make the right decision?
Gracias profesora por toda tu ayuda
I used to believe that the future is what you make of it today. I still believe in taking action, making plans, and preparing for tomorrow. But I have also learned that uncertainty exists regardless of how carefully we plan.
How we deal with it may be the real superpower.
I am not always good under pressure. Sometimes, when reality doesn’t match my plans, I lose myself in my thoughts. I question my decisions, ask, “Why me?”, and replay everything that went wrong.
But eventually, I reflect, learn, adjust, and continue.
Perhaps every uncertainty carries a hidden message—an invitation to become a stronger, wiser version of ourselves.
Yesterday, I went to fitness hoping it would help me sleep. It didn’t. I returned to my studies anyway, carrying the exhaustion and uncertainty with me.
Maybe that’s life: not knowing what comes next, but choosing to keep moving anyway.
How do you handle yourself when life becomes uncertain?
What’s a moment when a stranger completely restored your faith in people?
Proof may not be necessary for faith, but that doesn’t make evidence useless.
We don’t need evidence to believe in God, but humanity will be restored with a small deed of kindness!
Strong trust or unwavering belief in someone or something, frequently without the need for evidence, can be characterised as faith. It can entail having faith in God or a particular religion, having faith in someone, etc. I could only relate to the latter, not the former, in terms of my forty years on this earth and my life experiences! However, life frequently depicts humanity in its best form, regardless of the negative experiences one has with loved ones and those we cherish. I think there are still good people in the world.
On the kindness pathway …
It was rush hour on my way to work this evening, and the train station was crowded with passengers boarding and deboarding at every stop. My journey took more than an hour; to avoid being late, I’d rather arrive an hour earlier. However, as the train came to a halt at our second stop, people rushed to board in order to secure a seat. I noticed someone on their knees, struggling to get in, as people of all ages passed by. I was eager to capture what it was until a passenger ran toward the door and helped an elderly woman in her mid-80s get into the train and sit down. I was moved by the male passenger’s gestures toward the woman he had never met before.
Little things in life make a big difference if we can all be compassionate.
Nonetheless, I was stranded on my way home from work earlier this year because I had run out of bus tickets; in other words, I had to buy a 3€ ticket in order to get home, which is an hour’s fast drive from my station. I only discovered my card wasn’t working when I tried to clock in. Tired, stranded, and stressed
After working for eight hours straight, all I wanted to do was go home and rest. I tried explaining to the driver for consideration but was unsuccessful, and it was 4:30 a.m. As I was about to leave the bus, a male passenger approached me and offered to pay for my ticket. I was overjoyed at his kindness and mercy toward me. A stranger watching out for another stranger (me). On rare occasions, strangers’ acts of kindness have restored my faith in humanity through small gestures that melt my heart more than gold and silver. Proof may not be necessary for faith, but a little act of kindness is pathway to restore faith in humanity .
If your future self could send you one sentence, what do you hope it would say?
Make Good Use of Your pain
Breathing heavily as I ran to catch my bus, which has irregular schedules, I had just finished my night shift, and it was 3 a.m., having worked for a straight eight hours, but because I desired to get home as soon as possible, I had to sprint the mountain pathway to get my bus, which normally is a twenty-one-minute walk.
Finally I reached the bus station and realized that I had not checked my phone for the past eight hours, picking it up I saw a message from yahoo mail ,July statistics for untold realities I decided to click on it, tho before now I had decided to revisit or better say restart my blog which was hesitantly abandoned because of circumstances beyond..which will definitely come to lime light as we progress.
What single sentence could my future self send me? The heading caught my eye and my thoughts and ignited the flames to my writing prowess and announced my return to Untold realities.com. This was the first time I saw a question of phrase type and I couldn’t let it go
Be on time …or Race against time
Luckily for me the bus came a minute after I got to the station , so I quickly clocked in and sat down as the air conditioning pelted my tense skin. The sprinting was not in vain, still I have two hours and two more buses to catch before I get home. Writing while on public bus is not new to me, as it moves and swings my mind delved deeper into my future self and the sentence they would have said to me today.
Everyone goes through rough patches in life, but few make use of the pain for a better future… I work, study, pray, and even cry sometimes remembering where I have been, what I had, and what I am missing, but … the future I am fighting for at the moment is one not without struggle but one with greater and better experiences than the past for me and my family, especially my two lovely daughters. Hence, I believe the words from my future self today would be, “Thank you for making good use of your pain in making today better. Thank you for believing and not giving up.”
However I just got off my second bus and looking at the time as I conclude this writing, it’s 04:22 in the morning Tuesday 11 ,2026 I believe a day will come I will come back to this post to appreciate life for a dream come true, Knowing that if I may run in the future after work, it would be for myself (company) with my expensive car. Make good use of your pain .
What strategies do you use to cope with negative feelings?
Our shared struggles
For the past month, I have struggled to keep up with my copywriting studies and assignments. Fortunately, there was no strict deadline for their completion. Emotional stress can be overwhelming, especially when the circumstances around us are unfavorable or when it feels like there is no way out toward normality and improvement.
Feelings of anger, fear, guilt, sadness, emptiness, and regret are challenging emotions that can significantly impact our mental health and overall well-being. It is crucial to recognize that we can choose a state of mind that either diminishes our potential or enhances our happiness.
No good comes from emotional trauma.
Emotions do not occur on a specific timetable; rather, they arise from unforeseen circumstances in our daily lives. We are all in this together. Both I, the writer, and you, the reader, experience negative feelings and challenging situations that disrupt our inner peace at some point in our lives. However, not everyone knows how to navigate these emotions effectively. Some people have better strategies for dealing with negativity than others, and while it may seem like a gift, it is certainly one worth having.
The ability to manage emotions depends on various factors, including their causes, personal background, education, age, finances, past experiences, and intelligence, to name a few. All of these elements play a vital role in how we handle our emotions. No matter the perspective, we may find ourselves disagreeing, yet ultimately, we can agree on our shared struggles.
Recently, I found my footing again after taking some time to distance myself from those around me. I spoke less, engaged in deep thought, and asked questions that I could only answer for myself. I paused all engagements and programs to analyze the circumstances that led to my emotions—reflecting on my mistakes as well as my successes. Accepting reality and the necessity of moving forward, I allowed myself to pray and cry. Additionally, I focused on reframing my thoughts and strategies.
By trusting in myself and appreciating the opportunities around me, I gradually shed the burdens of negative feelings and began to feel better. As someone familiar with negative emotions, I have come to terms with the fact that no good comes from emotional trauma. Therefore, my only choice is to make the most of my experiences and find a way to rebuild. Started my studies again today life goes on.
Given the health problems associated with sugar intake, I find it difficult to eat much candy. I wouldn’t say I’m a fan now, but that wasn’t always the case. Unlike my children, who sometimes cry for candy every day, I wasn’t raised with it. At my age, I can barely remember the names of any candies other than Haribo; surprisingly, I even miss the names of the candies I currently buy for my kids each month. That’s how little of a fan I am.
Nevertheless, my favorite candy is Haribo because it contains less sugar than others and is also chewable. When I have a craving, I often open a pack and take out three or four pieces for myself, leaving the rest for my younger children. I’m allergic to sweetness, especially to high sugar levels, making me uncomfortable whenever I accidentally consume too much.
At some point in live everyone loves candy!
For the past fifteen years, I have suppressed my desire for anything sugary. I even went so far as to drink my tea and coffee without sugar until my doctor informed me that my sugar levels were low. At that point, I began to add a small amount to my teas and coffees. I always got goosebumps when I saw how much sugar my coworkers put into their tea; their reactions to my unsweetened drinks were quite surprising. Although they often complimented me on my choices, I understand their preferences.
Sugar is addictive, much like caffeine and other products, and since the recommended consumption levels are not well-regulated, we often ignore the consequences of excessive intake. Some parents give their children too much freedom when it comes to candy, leading to habits that can be difficult to break later in life. Understanding the importance of managing sugar consumption, I have made it a priority to regulate my young children’s candy intake to avoid the serious health consequences associated with it. Nevertheless, everyone loves candy at some point in their lives.
The importance of good health.(my hospital experience)
I frequently have this intense lower abdominal discomfort; it’s usually severe. I was unable to confirm what it is. It has come to my attention that I also frequently feel queasy. Particularly when I’m really hungry and experiencing this ache. I underwent two times endoscopies few years ago while in Spain, so this is nothing new. Thankfully, my appendix was removed early in life, so it can’t be appendix . (I could be mistaken nevertheless.) I’m afraid of this particular abdominal pain . Usually severe, but occasionally mild . having tried every type of painkiller without success I dislike being ill and needing someone to take care of me. That does not imply that I am against kind individuals showing me love and concern. The fact that, throughout my life, only my late parents has shown me such love. I constantly stand strong and take proactive steps to prevent illness because I believe rather than being the one being cared for, I should be the one taking care of someone else. Every time I feel strange symptoms, I make my own home medicines using ginger, bitter cola, lime, and other beneficial herbs, and I also work out, after which my body always bounces back like magic.
Never wait to be admitted
However, you cannot always heal yourself, and there are times when I have to go to the hospital because my symptoms indicate otherwise. Beginning to be concerned about this particular ache and how I felt whenever it submerged, I took advantage of the chance last month when my youngest daughter became quite ill early in the morning and we raced to the hospital for her treatment to tell my ordeal to the doctor. He was young, and he immediately asked that I be checked and scheduled for a medical procedure to determine the reason of my suffering because he could not discover a physical cause for it.
In the past week, I received a package from NHS that included a standard preparation for today’s endoscopic surgery. Three sachets of plenvu mango-flavored medication are included in the packet; I’m supposed to consume them to clear my stomach in preparation for a more thorough stomach examination. As I mentioned earlier, it wasn’t my first time, but I will have to forgo certain foods, vegetables, and nuts for seven days, with the last two being the most challenging for last-minute preparations. I’ll need to dissolve the sachets in at least 750 millilitres of water, drink it all, and then keep drinking water afterwards.
Since my experience was exactly as described in the papers that came with the package, I feel reluctant to describe my experience after consuming the necessary cleansing dosages. fatigue, vertigo, and nausea. cold and joint pain. I’m eager for the medical process to be completed because I’ve spitting every minute and used the loo innumerable times. I’m currently at the hospital waiting for my turn because the 2:30 pm appointment has been delayed because there are many patients, including myself, waiting at the unit.
At 15:50 or thereabouts, I was called by the nurse, and after all the checks, I was ready for the section. I was given some material to change into, and shortly after, three doctors, comprised of a male and two females, came and introduced themselves and explained in a cool way what and how the procedure will go and how long it will take and everything will be normal. Before I knew what happened, I was taken to the surgery unit, and all the rituals were done. And the tube camera was inserted inside my body, and beside me were TV-like screens through which I could see exactly how my inner stomach looked, to and fro, they kept going, having me turn from left to right as they performed the endoscopy. I felt no pain at all, but my mind was not at ease either.
After about thirty minutes, the head doctor said it’s done, and everything plugged into my body was removed, and I was taken to another unit to wait. However, the doctor said that he will book me for a CT scan later, and the result of the endoscopy is good. Meaning they found nothing bad. So more investigation has to be carried out in order to find the cause of the pain.
While waiting, I told the nurse in charge of me that I could leave by myself, but they refused, citing the hospital procedures against patients that were sedated must be accompanied home by a relative and friends or anyone presented as the next of kin. All my attempts to convince them were to no avail. Waiting and hungry, they offered me a tea and sandwich, which was a relief to my two days out of food.
I enjoyed the meal like it came from a five-star hotel, after I requested another one to compliment the first, and it was granted. By this time, the unit closes at six pm, and one of the nurses asked me again what time my spouse will come by because they close in less than 10 minutes. Immediately I rang Soso and confirmed she was already on her way with a taxi. I felt good as all the dizziness, coldness, tiredness, and joint pain has gradually disappeared. I appreciate the NHS and the frontline doctors and nurses who make sure people are treated, especially the nurse that attended to me. You’re a good person. From the time you called me to the time I was discharged, you showed nothing but class, affection, professionalism, and caring. I may not have been treated for the pain, but I appreciate the service received from everyone that made sure I was attended to today.
Health is wealth. Not until one is admitted for some serious medical problem, one should always know the importance of having a healthy life.
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