I think we all need to spend a little more time focusing on the human condition. We all strive so hard to fit into society, to be accepted, and most of all to be loved. We all choose a different path in life, love, career, and hobby. But in the end, we are all doing our best to make it day to day, living in our own worlds, feeling isolated even when we’re not alone, feeling insecure, but putting on a brave mask, and facing the horrors the world offers us.
Some of us spend hours in deep thought, while others almost seem to bounce off the walls with enthusiasm. But we are still us. Individuals. Locked into a finite struggle for some semblance of acceptance, love, and trust with those around us. We love, we lie, we hurt, and we die, and in the end, we face the abyss alone, by ourselves. We peer out into the blanket of darkness that is our own mortality, and we see staring back at us, our regrets, mistakes, and perceived imperfections. Despite our best intentions, we still fear the unknown, and flock to those who appear to have the answers. We strive daily to be better than we were the day before, and most importantly, we hope for the future. An abstract concept of reality seeps into our psyche, and we hold closely guarded our trust, love, and nightmares.
But in the end. we are all human. We all have feelings of doubt, insecurity, love, lust, jealousy, and greed. Some of us do our best to keep our temptations in check, while others give i whole-heartedly to their vices. Yet we are all human.
We pity those that sit on the brink of insanity, and oblivion. We feel sadness for those we know are feeling the pangs of loss. We cherish our time with loved ones, and abhor the time wasted toiling in vein. We see the beauty in everything around us, yet we chose to ignore it most times. We hold deer our self image, and as contorted as it may be, we also hold ourselves under the magnifying glass of our own minds eye of disfigurement. We hate, we fear, we love, and we all fall.
Most of us don’t have the option of waking to eternal life, or undying romance,
Our lives and loves are painfully finite.
but maybe that’s how it should be.
because the parts of the human condition that we suffer from most
are the very things that make us what we are
we appreciate time because of our lack of it
we’re sensitive because of our vulnerability
we’re compassionate because of our dependance
and how we can all be monsters
but we are always at our most monstrous when we ignore our humanity.