It’s hard being human sometimes, when we try to describe the power of love, but language fails and cannot explain what it is you feel so intently. When your child asks you how the clouds came to be and no mathematical equation or bible story can sufficiently answer how they got there
It’s hard being human sometimes, when we are right and wrong in the same moment of time and through several perspectives. When an answer is yes but it feels like no and all other options are correct too.
It’s hard being human sometimes, when you have a story and I have a story that could be complete opposites, but both stories are perfectly right and what they should be.They shoot and they kill in one part of the world and there is peace across the waters in another part of the world yet the energy that gives us life is the same.
It’s hard being human sometimes, when I pray hard for those I see and don’t know and they may look at me through a filter of ego and judge me based on my exterior.
It’s hard being human sometimes, when I see a child who is screaming for attention and I can only give a two second hug. I know they need more, but all I can do is watch and pray they find their way in their journey. When you explain things so fully with the right choice of words and you can’t explain where it came from but the information came from something bigger than yourself.
It’s hard to be human sometimes, when you are supposed to take care of yourself first and give to others. Also, being aware of your ego, but be grateful for it because it can save your life.
It’s hard being human sometimes, when you want to be attached to what you love but don’t be so attached that you can’t live in reality. Also, when you are concerned but don’t want to be too concerned to the point of worry.
It’s hard being human sometimes, when you know you’ve only explained a minute part of what it’s like to be alive and when you know these words probably won’t be read by the people who may need to read it.
It’s hard to be human sometimes when you know so much, but at the same time know nothing.
It’s hard to be human when writing falls silent.
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