Sunday Scribblings #96 – Human
I am human.
Bones, muscles, ligaments, tendons, cartilage,
organs.
Because I carry these things with me, does that mean I’m human?
Upright body carriage. Tool-using, abstract reasoning, language using, introspecting and problem solving.
Is that what being human is about?
No, I think it’s more like this:
I am human because I am
A soul of individuality careening from mistakes to realizations.
I am full of flaws yet flawless in imperfection.
I learn, unlearn and discover how to solve my own puzzle.
I am human.
Human-ifique.
human-ifique.
i like that.
Sometimes, I see too many instances in which people define themselves with according to the stereotype–the physical–but there are, indeed, many levels within the physical that define our humanity and the humans we are.
Interesting–and necessary–take on the subject.
Thanks for stopping by my own!
loved this
"A soul of individuality careening from mistakes to realizations.
I am full of flaws yet flawless in imperfection."
The Dating Game
As soon as you put a label on something you negate it, you define it, you box it in. You are much more then you can possibly put a name to.
Human, Humanity, souls are concepts, Words.