It was around 3 am. I'll never forget the sounds I heard when I hit the first car. Somehow in my dream state, I wondered if I had been struck by lightning with the intensely dynamic booming and cracking sounds echoing in my ears. My body felt like it was thrown back and forth between two brick walls. My eyes flew open. I was heading straight towards a huge commercial truck parked on the street.

Part of my job involves office work. I analyze data, write reports, and help management decide on various activities. Whether refueling a nuclear reactor or performing industrial radiography, desk work is as essential as fieldwork.

Today Hive account@shahzad-ansari and I celebrate our 18th wedding anniversary and for that, I want to take the opportunity to write about the wonderful life that we have created for our family, which consists of us and our 3 loving kids.

I just arrived back from Madeira island, Portugal. Not all went that well as the title already indicates, I am now officially cameraless because I sadly smashed it to the ground 2 days ago, on another small island near Madeira, named Porto Santo. I broke both the lens and camera body, the shutter gives me errors. This is the story of how it happened.

Eventually we made it through the morning with lots of playing and cuddling. The weather gave us a break too and it stopped raining for long enough to bring Lily to the Vet at midday and for me to get back home dry.

Speaking of one man, you are one man, I am one man. You and I can make this world a better place. Starting from our home, school, and society.

I start my Wednesday walk, I go to school to get my school ID, I woke up early so that I could be first in line, but there were still many people who lined up before me I go to school at 8:00 am and I'm out at 12:00 pm, After taking a picture of me, my ID was immediately given and I went out with my friend.

There are life experiences that make us question our beliefs, our identity, and even our feelings. In my case, one of the situations that has taken me to emotional extremes where I have stopped to question many things in my life has been migration, stripping us of a part of us, leaving aside a path that felt safe and in full confidence for a totally unknown new path is like embracing a bouquet of roses, you feel the delicate aroma, its soft petals but you also hurt its thorns, or at least that's how I have felt, in very broad strokes.

Now, we all know what a resolution is, and we've all failed horribly at keeping them, But each and every year we still continue to make these resolutions because we believe that the start of a new year is a kind of temporary reset or another chance to set things right and that gives us extra motivation to achieve things.

While growing up, our parents, grandparents, aunties and uncles, and even our older cousins made us believe some things that we couldn't even prove if they were true or not. Though I am one person that doesn't believe in some superstition, I don't give it space to dominate my being or thoughts no matter how true or perfect people try to polish their lies and shallow beliefs. I rather not let those things get to me as much as possible, I wave it off every time someone tries to bring up their superstitions.
The truth is, that some people have become slaves to their past or what they were told. The stories and information they were fed with are hunting them down in ways most of them aren't even aware of.

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