Human

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 23, 2018

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I struggle with words as much as I struggle with walking because I tend to trip over myself way too often. I have discovered I have an unusually large mouth by starring in the mirror, trying to see if I could recognize my lungs from the inside of my throat. Surely I was unsuccessful, and surely I need not to explain why because the answer is silly, but so am I and the one million silly faces I exchanged with the mirror. This process led to to the silly self-discovery of the silly-self, I am. I find simple conversations heavy to hold because normally my hands are full with all of the problems I have caused in my own head. I am not so afraid of the dark as I am my own shadow because the dark simply hides all of the monsters I've put there, but my shadow continuously follows me wherever I go, pretending to be a flattened, dark issue of myself, mimicking my every move I make, without a sound. I have become so dangerously entangled in the pursuit of myself that I forgot to account for the rest of the population in terms of what matters. In rethinking what matters I've come to an understanding with life. But first I had to start with what is living. Well, Earth and everything. Simple enough, right? Well, in considering all of what breathes, I forgot how to. In relearning how to breathe, I reminded myself what I am. What I am is not a cog in the machine. I am not a wheel on the bus, and I refuse to be anything of the like. What I am is alive, in a slightly attractivish, working at an odd pace, bipedal body. I am a simple being that woke up one day with intentions of winning the foot-race but stopped half-way when I noticed kites being flown in the park. Their natural, rhythmic flow was seemingly so much more peaceful than running a race I am now positive began centuries ago, yet nobody has found the location of the finish line. When I find this supposed finish line, I think I will have found much more than yellow tape and confetti cannons. I may be wrong,. The finish line could be a cup of water in an empty room, or no water and simply whatever emptiness is. Regardless, I'm positive there will still be an argument on whether the cup is half-full or half-empty, but I'll be damned if I jump into anything without drinking the cup of water first. If I were to finish the life-long race, I'm sure to be thirsty afterwords. At this point, I've come to terms with the possibility of the race not existing, but I truly feel it does and we're all in it whether we are aware or not. I withdraw. I stopped running when I realized I forgot why I had started running in the first place. I had no reason to run from anything, and I had no clue where I was headed, but my eye was caught by a stunning red rose. This rose took my breath away all over again, just by simply existing as what it is. It was then I decided to exist as what I am, Human.



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