To be Human

To be human is to be woven from contradictions,

A tapestry of light and shadow, joy and sorrow,

Where every thread tells a tale of life's vast spectrum.

We are born into this world with cries of wonder,

Eyes wide to the vivid chaos, the indescribable beauty,

And with our first breath, we begin the dance of existence.

To be human is to feel the weight of the heart,

To know love that fills, heals, and sometimes breaks,

To cradle moments of connection like fragile glass.

We are creatures of curiosity, of endless questions,

Seeking meaning in the stars, in the silence between heartbeats,

In the endless blue of skies or the depths of our own minds.

To be human means to err, to stumble, to learn,

To grow from the soil of mistakes, to rise like the dawn,

Our scars are not just wounds, but maps of our journey.

We laugh, we weep, we dream in colors unseen,

Our minds paint worlds beyond this one, stories untold,

In every laugh, a rebellion against the mundane.

To be human is to carry the burden of time,

To live with the knowledge of our own end,

Yet, in that knowledge, we find urgency for living.

We are builders, destroyers, poets, warriors,

Artists of life, sculptors of moments,

Each choice we make, a stroke on the canvas of history.

To be human is to embrace the paradox,

To hold despair and hope in the same hand,

To dance with death and yet choose life, choose love.

In our weakness, there's strength; in our solitude, a crowd,

We are never alone, for in each other, we find echoes,

Of our own fears, our joys, our unending quest for peace.

So to be human is to be beautifully flawed,

A symphony of imperfection, a melody of resilience,

In every heartbeat, a testament to the miracle of being.