Being Human

To be human is to be contradictory.

We are capable of breathtaking kindness and staggering cruelty.
We love deeply and yet hurt the people we love the most.
We build civilizations, write poetry, send rockets into space—
And still, we let our worst impulses guide us.

We crave connection, yet push people away.
We want to be understood, yet rarely listen.
We fight for justice, yet turn a blind eye when it’s inconvenient.

We are compassionate and selfish, hopeful and cynical, brilliant and deeply flawed—all at the same time.

And maybe that’s why the world feels so heavy right now. Because none of us are just one thing. And yet, we treat each other as if we are.

As if one vote, one belief, one mistake defines a person.
As if people can’t grow, change, learn, unlearn.
As if our worst moments are more real than our best ones.

But being human isn’t about perfection. It’s about trying.
Trying to be better than yesterday.
Trying to understand, even when it’s easier to judge.
Trying to hold onto hope, even when the world makes it hard.

Because in the end, being human means never fully figuring it out—but trying anyway.