What it's Like to Be Human

What it's Like to Be Human

A Chapter by Constance

What

is it like,

 to be human?

Are we really

 all that

 different,

 you or I?

You were born, a babe, tiny and frail

  You grew, and in the growing, learned      You learned, and in the learning, grew

  At some point, tears have been                       shed both for sorrow and for joy

 At some point, the heart has filled

both with love, and with regret

You've lost your way a time or two

                You've lost something or someone                   

You thought you needed to survive

At some point, you've been lonely

and afraid, and longing to die

 At some point, you've been content

and sated, and longing still for more

You've known pride          in accomplishment

the humility of          embarassment

the honor of doing       something right

and you've felt               passion and apathy

 sometimes rolled            into one enigma

   You feel, you                   think, you are...

a body and a soul,              a heart and mind

 Are we really all that           different, you or I?

 

 



© 2008 Constance


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i love the theme!
it speaks right out to me!
i mean are we really that different?
i've been trying to understand the dialectics of the human perspective, and his humanity! how are we different!
we do insist that we are humans, not purely animals, yet, an animal more obvious part arises, what is so unique about us, you and i? do we make the difference? or are we destined to be humanely different!
wait... now pops out a different idea, are we not human as humanity knows itself? or are we not human at all?
how can we know if we know not how its like to be human?

i loved it!
very well written.

i'll admit the figure makes me smile, but i think the theme is rather more sad or perpetually serious, and it will always be so, the questions regarding our own HUMANITY!

or, maybe the figure is just helping us cope with questions unanswered while we remind ourselves with them. the humor of situation.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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i love the theme!
it speaks right out to me!
i mean are we really that different?
i've been trying to understand the dialectics of the human perspective, and his humanity! how are we different!
we do insist that we are humans, not purely animals, yet, an animal more obvious part arises, what is so unique about us, you and i? do we make the difference? or are we destined to be humanely different!
wait... now pops out a different idea, are we not human as humanity knows itself? or are we not human at all?
how can we know if we know not how its like to be human?

i loved it!
very well written.

i'll admit the figure makes me smile, but i think the theme is rather more sad or perpetually serious, and it will always be so, the questions regarding our own HUMANITY!

or, maybe the figure is just helping us cope with questions unanswered while we remind ourselves with them. the humor of situation.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Your words are nice and the picture brings a smile to my face. I like the idea of unity, the comparison that shows we're much the same. Thank you for sharing this write.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I agree that unity is needed, and that we must learn to honor both the ways we're different and the ways we're the same. A wonderful piece with a nice picture in writing! ;-)

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Neat style and well said. I like how you left the heart empty

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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