Monday, February 17, 2014

Humanity

The real question is, how do I know I'm really Human?

How do I know? How do I know if my family and I are really robots? How do I know if my best friend was made in a factory or not? How do I know if my neighbors are from a neighboring planet? How do I know if my boyfriend has a heart or an artificial one? I guess I'll never know for sure, but here's some things that make me feel alive.


  • I know I'm a human because I have a body that pumps blood through my veins. I need oxygen to breath and water to drink I have a brain that helps me make decisions, but my heart always gets in the way. 
  • I know I'm human because I need love to survive. I need to know that I am loved and accepted, and I need to love other people. I'd rather suffer the physical pain of being hit by a big yellow school bus rather than see my Father pass away or be rejected by my best friends. 
  • I know I'm human because I believe in a higher power. I believe in God, I believe in Satan, and I believe in Jesus Christ, my savior and Redeemer. 
  • I know I'm human because I can thrive in the simplicity of things. A laugh. A smile. A bed. A skirt. A bottle of shampoo. A book. A movie. A kiss. A song. A scoop of ice cream. 
  • I know I'm human because I can use my body to create. I can create words with my mouth. Art with my hands. Tiny humans with my love. 
  • I know I'm human because I know that the sun will rise and set every single day. I know that each new day is a new chapter in the novel of our lives. Some days good things will happen. We'll get that high test score, or receive that gift we've always wanted. Some days bad things will happen. We'll fight with the ones that we love the most, or hear something that we could go our whole lives without hearing. 
I know I'm human because I'm not perfect. I'm just one person made entirely of flaws and imperfections. I'll make bad choices. I'll make mistakes, but it's ok because I can learn from them. I can do better. 

If I were a robot, I would be made of shiny hard metal or plastic. Every day would be the same, and nothing could break my heart because it's made out of titanium. Nobody would love me, they would only use me to get a job done, and everyone could turn me on or off whenever they wanted to.


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