The word in itself is unfathomable. Its who we are, its what we are; right from our very souls coming up to our skin. It’s you and I, how we relate, how we interact, and everything that we ever dream to be or even have in our wildest imaginations… all of it comes down to being human.
Sadly, we all have failed to realize that we are human, capable of making mistakes, being imperfect, being vulnerable to all that surrounds us. We all cloak our fears, addictions and faults with a mask of happiness, false hope, and at times, false courage.
Being human is learning to accept ourselves for who we are, with all our faults and imperfections, knowing that if we yield to the hands of the Master Potter, He will mould us and slowly, but surely, erase the imperfections till we stand before Him in glory, more perfect than we ever thought we’d be.
Being human is not being afraid to show our true self and accepting that it is who we are. Regardless of race, religion, physical appearance and gender. The Japanese say that we all have three faces. What? Yes, you and I, three totally different faces.
Well, would you show the third face to the world? Would we show even our second face? The reality of it all is just super scary, but its who we are. Who we really are.
Being human is acknowledging that there is more to life, that we can believe in things we cannot see. Faith. Knowing that someday, after we leave our battered bodies behind, our souls will be truly free, to worship and commune with our Maker.
Being human is to accept emotions as part of us. Laugh when happy, cry when sad. Punching a pillow (or something punchable except a person… or an animal… basically anything animate 😄) when you’re mad. Knowing what ticks you off and what delights your senses. Acknowledging those you love with kind gestures, and extending the same love to those who mistreat and ostracize you.
Love constitutes what we are as human. It is one of the main ingredients in what makes life such a big pot of gumbo. It makes life worth living. To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides. Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up. H who does not love does not know God, for God is love… and love is God.
Being human is accepting that we shall age, and that mortality is part of who we are. One day, we shall be proud grandparents, with grey heads crowning a life well lived. (PS: check out ‘Gramps Eddie’ below. Have a day full of laughs afterwards.)
Accepting that beauty is shortlived, and that it is only skin deep. True beauty comes from within, a beautiful soul is of far much more worth than a pretty face.
So, what is being human? And are we being human, or simply human beings? Weird paradox…