We have all been wondering lately.
Wondering why things are not better.
Wondering why people have to be so mean.
Wondering why fear is given more fuel than love.
Wondering why two plus two does not equal four.
We wonder where evil originated.
Are the answers in a book?
Are the answers in the stories told by wise grandmothers?
Are the answers in the jealousy we cannot overpower?
Are the answers in the hearts of fearful men?
We just can’t seem to get it right, can we?
Nobody seems to know what it means:
To be human.
Debates rage in homes and courtrooms and on televisions.
Friends and foes and strangers argue with no results.
Histories on cave walls
Stories told through dance and costume
Nursing mothers and grieving children
Songs that try to make sense of it all
And millions of letters typed in such a way to form thoughts and words
All attempting to come to a conclusion.
Yet, we cannot seem to find a way to state clearly:
This is what it means to be human.
A human looks like this, a human talks like this, a human loves like this.
We make sense of our world by categorizations
Maybe those categorizations are why we fail.
We could wipe the slate clean and say we are all the same
Yet that would forget the beauty of diversity
That would forget what makes a culture special
What makes a loving couple and their family unique
It would remove the individual contributions.
Sameness is not freedom.
The alternative is not a solution, either:
To point out our differences over and over again
Attributing falsities to people who look, speak or live a certain way
This breeds fear and hostility where none is needed
It puts people in a box and tells them to stay caged.
This approach is dangerous.
Is a simple approach the right approach?
To meditate on human-ness as a study of desire?
The desire to love freely and to walk safely down the street
The desire to be free from harm and suffering
The desire to protect yourself and those you love
The desire to make connections and forge unions
And so, so many more desires, pure of heart and unselfish.
To be human – what a beautiful thought
Full of lovely potential.



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