how would it feel, not to be human?

our lives are so complicated partially (or perhaps solely) due to the fact that within us we store a million little intricacies and a never-ending continuous flux of feelings, that we have to consider every little thing and turn it over in our hearts and minds so many times. We were supposedly given dominion over the land and all its animals, but sometimes it is not hard to envy creatures that are simpler than us, such as the dolphins forming half-circles in the air and coming down with a splash, or the koala bears absentmindedly nibbling at a eucalyptus leaf while clutching to the branch of the tree.

To be human is to feel pain; to watch something coming apart at the seams and yet remain helpless before it. To go through hell and high water and not get what we want at the end of it all. To watch as loved ones leave and dear ones die, and as friendships forged fall apart. To stand alone in a sea of faces, and not feel a connection to a single one. To be human is to have our eyes turn green and our mood turn blue, to be seeing red and having a black face synonymously. To feel that no one cares when all we need is someone just next to us, to feel the urge to cry out against how unjust the world is to us.

To be human is to know disappointment, when we feel we've given our best but we fall short of our expectations and others. To feel inadequate, like we can hardly compare to everyone around us, to feel inept in the many areas that life presents us the opportunity to excel in. To want something so bad that it hurts, and to hurt so bad because we want something we cannot have. To feel the urge, the need to be up to scratch, up to mark, up to par, to be worthy and to be accepted, but never be able to attain such a level.

Sometimes it seems being human is hardly worth it at all.

But to be human is to know love. To love others unconditionally and wholeheartedly. To allow ourselves to be loved, to take solace in the warmth of another's affection. To be human is to know right from wrong; to see that Adidas preaches the nothingness of impossibility but understand that there are certain things in life that we have to come to accept. To adapt ourselves to a situation and to be thankful for what we have got. To know when we are wanted and when we should step up, and to know when to back down and to let it be.

To be human is to laugh and to smile, to bask in the happiness that sometimes envelops our very soul and being and threatens to spirit us away into a blissful state of euphoria, even if only for a monumental moment. To find joy in the little things, to take heart and to have hope even when the world seems like such a bleak place to be in. To be ecstatic over the littlest of things, to giggle at our silliness and the silliness of others.

To be human is to care: is to care so deeply as to walk another hundred or hundred thousand miles, to want to know every little thing, to want to be every little thing. To always be there, to never falter, no matter what the cost or no matter what happens. To look at the sea of faces and ignore every single piercing gaze, to keep one's gaze focused solely on one pathway. To want the best for others and want the best for ourselves, to know that sometimes, the two might clash.

At the end of it all, we cannot change what we are, that we are human and we will be human until the day we die. To deny this and to deny ourselves, would lead us down a road of destruction and no return. When we look at our lives, us as young adults - all eighteen years of our lives - we might come to realize that some of us have been more human than others.

All we need, is to learn acceptance. Acceptance by others, acceptance towards others, and acceptance ... of everything else in between.

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