The world is a funny place and we the inhabitants are funnier still. Why? Because we are so incredibly human. We create wars and we also demand peace. We wage wars in the name of peace and get awarded with peace prizes for it. We rob and steal, loot and plunder. But we also give to the charity, help trusts and pitch in to other causes. We donate. We thrive on our luxuries and lifestyles and at the same time weep for the poor. Why? Because we are but human.
So to be human would mean that we are capable of also being animals when we lose control of our emotions. Or to be absolutely devoid of any and be more… robotic or machine like. To be human is to discuss the politics of your country, criticizing every state organ in safe small circles inside your drawing room or on anonymous online profiles and blogs (the irony is noted) but not actually going to a gathering or protest where your voice or words could make a difference. What is the point of this with being human? Because that’s how human we are, hypocritically human. We lie and cheat to find our way to power, To be human is to be a hypocrite. But to be human is also to be a philanthropist.
To be human is to live and let live. But to be human is also to impose and dictate and announce through forceful means that ‘It’s my way or the highway’. To be human is to co-exist but to be human is also to cry blasphemy and burn the homes of people who follow a separate faith and religion. To be human is to dream but to be human is also to get lost in the concrete jungle that is this world and forget how to dream.
To be human is to explore and discover. But to be human is also to stand still and take it all in. To be discovered. To be human is to sleep at night and live in the day. But to be human is also to sleep in the day and live in the night.
To be human is to love. To be human is to hate. To laugh, to cry, to feel sorry, to feel ecstasy. To be brave, to be afraid. To feel fear, to feel courage. To think, to not.
To be human is to be born. But to be human is to also die. To feel joy and to feel pain. To celebrate and to remorse.
To be human is to pursue the perfect condition – of the world, of ourselves. But to be human is also accepting imperfection as our most human trait and instead pursue happiness.
What is it to be human then? The point of all of the is that there is no single way to define what it means to be human and that in itself is ultimately human. We are all different. Some good different and some bad different. What was the point of this blog? Those who can – will take something from it. Those who can’t will simply curse and put it down to a waste of their time. And why not .. we are after all, humans .