To Human
A letter on what it means to be human
To be human. To feel raindrops splatter and trickle down as they caress your skin. To admire sunsets you painted in school come to life. To breathe the aroma that accompanies the wisdom of an old book, to pen down thoughts you yourself haven’t fully understood. To dance but realise only once you have already begun. To listen to a song that takes you back in time to a cherished memory, and another that takes you to a memory once cherished. To have conversations that sometimes end up in arguments with that voiceless voice within you. To have moments of life feel surreal like a dream, and to wake up from a dream you dearly want to be a reality with a wistful smile.
To help those around you knowing it is right, yet to hesitate in asking for help even while knowing there is nothing wrong. To discover comfort in the words belonging to a stranger. To meet someone old from childhood after a lifetime and become the child you once were. To hold hands after that first walk under a moonlit night with someone new. To mend an aching heart, sometimes your own, sometimes all on your own. To relive memories of a person you long for, memories of those who you will never see again and of those who you can’t wait to see again. To wonder if the conversation that just ended might be the last one.
To tremble at the thought of new beginnings, to thank the beautiful and mourn its loss, and to hope that the chapter of your life that just finished might have a sequel. To search for the intoxication that accompanies novelty, yet to also seek the comfort that follows familiarity. To persevere even when you can’t figure out how or why, and to give up before starting afresh. To feign confidence to soothe the ego. To disguise emotions with a veil of appeasement. To grieve like you are unacquainted with happiness, and to run into laughter in the most surprising places, in the most fortunate times. To forgive the causes of your deepest scars. To be wounded by love only to stumble unwittingly into hatred. To be wounded by hatred only to find solace in love. To strive to love fearlessly.
To not find what you have wanted forever, and to miraculously find what you need but have not been looking for. To wait too long for the right time that never came, or perhaps came and went, you never know. To let go of what is not meant to be. To question everything you know and to pretend to have the answers. To desire a small thing for yourself, to wish for something big for others, and to hope for the immeasurable for everyone. To ponder at the impermanence of everything. To marvel at the insignificance of everything. To try, to err, to go on.
To human
