by Bela Johnson | Nov 17, 2025 | Uncategorized
There are days when the question arises—not out of despair, but out of clarity:what is the point of waking againto the gold of morningif I can’t sense purpose in it? Life is precious, fragile.Yet still I must ask. If I didn’t question,I wouldn’t roll out of bed.My...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 15, 2025 | acceptance, consciousness, forgiveness, healing, Uncategorized
There has never been a dayI felt fully up to the task of being alive.Enough feels like a mirage—shimmering, almost within reach—then gone,the moment I think I’ve grasped its edge. First there was the Church,then the long descent into depth psychology,arriving on the...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 12, 2025 | Uncategorized
The burning sun lifts its bald headover thick morning foliage,shining equally on your world and mine—miles apart, yet touched by the same fire. But even light cannot enterthe closed circuits of blood and marrow,those private tides that flow unseen,nor can it steady...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 11, 2025 | culture, daily_prompt, memoir, Uncategorized
Daily writing promptWho is the most famous or infamous person you have ever met?View all responses When I was sixteen,I worked at a local radio stationthat hosted some of the biggest names in the business—deejays like Casey Kasem and Bob Eubanks,both of whom would...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 11, 2025 | Uncategorized
11:11 again.I almost missed it—rapid scrolling,morning ritual, catching up or taking a pulseof the Collective on this blustery Tuesday morn,filling yet another hour with what passesfor connection. But the numbers draw me,hold me, as I scroll internally nowthrough...
