On Being Human (3/15/07)

Sometimes I am amazed by how human I am. If you prick me, I will bleed... and bleed... and bleed. As humans we are meant to fail, but my god how the failing hurts. Learning I am human and therefore fallible was a hard lesson, and I still have trouble with it. Isn't that something I should have learned earlier in life? Wouldn't it have been easier if failure had been a more apparent part of my existence? Or, at least, a little more obvious? Everything always worked out. Perhaps not at first, but in the end, it always did. And then life started and I was human. It has been a rude awakening. I am no longer the golden child I once was, but through all the crap -- through all the humanness -- I've learned to be happy. What a silly, silly contradiction life is: you really do have to know sorrow and pain to recognize all the joys life has to offer. All those cliches people spout at you when you are down are true, it seems. Experiencing life, and all it has to offer is difficult, but I would not trade in my past "life" for this one. It is only since I have allowed myself to be human that I've found the true happiness that comes from within.