Humans

Humans.

Millions of two-eyed, one nosed humans. All so similar, yet so different.  And that day when she watched a funeral procession passing by from atop the building where she stays, she could have sworn they looked all the same.

But they came in different shades, different sizes and with different haircuts, she found. But what she didn’t know yet, was that they came with different minds. Different:  one from another, another from another. Some beautiful, some twisted and distorted by hate.

All imperfect, and all desperately searching for perfection. Perfection in their looks, in the way they speak, in their bank balances, in the size of their houses, in this and in that.

She was so confused. Why were they concerned about everybody and everything else apart from themselves? Where will they go, she wondered, all these souls? They could tell what time it was on the other side of the globe, but couldn’t answer when it came to describing what they really were inside.  What was she? Who was she?

A soul, a human.  Luckily yet unluckily, a human.

 They assigned roles to everybody in the society, they labelled everybody and she hated it. She hated the fact that a girl is supposed to behave like a ‘girl’, only because they thought girls behave in a certain way. She hated it.

You can count how many people there are in this world, but you will never be able to tell how many individuals there really are. A person is made of so many layers, wears so many masks, feels so many emotions.  She swore she could never trust anybody ever in her life. And when the days were gloomy she couldn’t help but wonder what she really was made of, how many demons and how many angels she held inside her. She sometimes even dared to think about the impossible aspect of one day maybe finding love, of knowing what it means to love another soul, to care about someone else for once. What did life hold in its clutches? Will she be just another mortal who will wither away into nothing? That’ll be sad, she thought. She wanted people to remember her name, to remember what she was as a person and as a human being.

Oh the complications of being a human!

‘You become what you really want to become’, her father once looked her in the eye and told her.

And she knew that the days will never be the same again. Suddenly she understood and it was all so clear.  She could become anything, she could do whatever she wanted. She just had to decide.

And she wished everybody else knew this too, that they could become anything.

Because they were humans and they were alive.