I don't know what it means to be human. I know what it means to be in emotional agony and logical entropy. I don't know what it means to be a person. I know what it means to have a disjunct and confusing personality. I don't know what it means to be a son. I know what it means to be a child. I don't know what it means to have parents. I know what it means to take from those who care for me. I don't know what it means to be loved, though I am. I know what it means to have things given to me just because and I don't give it a second thought. I don't know what it means to love. I know what it means to take, to lust, to obsess, to desire, to covet, to fantasize, and to be infatuated by. I don't know what it means to be a friend. I know what it means to be selfish, alone, and isolated. I don't know what it means to pay bills. I know what it means to pay a bill and pray that someone will cover the rest. I don't know what it means to be created in His image. I know what it means to be unholy, ungodly, and dehumanized. I don't know what it means to humble. I know what it means to be ashamed and then proud. I don't know what it means to be me. I do know what it means to not want to be me.
However, I do know what it means to have hope. I don't know what it means to be hopeless. I do know what it means to fight. I don't know what it means to cower or back down. I do know what it means to be saved. I don't know what it means to be condemned. And lastly, I do know what it means to be thankful because I know that I'm not done living.