Condition of Being Human
When I walk around I see everyone living their all-too-human lives and for a brief moment I am envious. Envious of the simplicity of being human. When you are human you automatically fit in with a crowd. Humans do not really realize this. I see it every day – how they think they are alone. What they forget however, is that they sometimes may feel alone, but they are not. Everyone around them is similar to them, and in times of turmoil or crisis, they will join forces, band together, and befriend one another to keep danger at bay.
But there are some things that are not so simple for humans. And those things I am not envious of. I am not envious of the worry that humans carry with them. Humans worry so much about “things”. Small things – work, school, friends. But for humans, these small things can take over a life with worry. How do humans manage with the burden of all these things? When you are different from human, when you have a secret you cannot share because it could threaten your very existence, there is no room for all these worries….and you find that the worries that humans find so important are miniscule.
Being human can sometimes be difficult. And the more I watch them, the more I see this. But I think it is because they make it so. If they had a secret – a burden – a curse – like mine would they understand this?