for humankind

whatever

Somedays I don’t even feel remotely human. Stuck in some cycle that turns me from girl to woman and in the process, I have become some other. Now waiting to mature. Waiting to emerge and hopefully I will pass as human enough. If that is the only requirement to fulfil in order to receive kindness from anyone, including some God.

I do know that all our lifetimes are short and that upon experiencing just a fraction of it. There is only one constant option for us: to continue or to die. There is no respite nor any congratulatory applause. Maybe a sweet birthday celebration to commemorate the passing of a life. So, it is futile for me to even acknowledge this phase when it will pass.

My humanity will come back to me when it is due like muscle memory. Waiting to kick in whilst I wait hanging in the fray of adulthood. I will relearn these virtues lost to me. Beginning with passion even if it will lead to my downfall because equally a lack of it will end me.

I want to be careless and free again scolded for running barefoot and crying when a stray rock meets my sole and in that agony I was more human than this. Where passion inspired every step I made.

5/01 - I was walking to university