Sorry to be humanA Story by ThistoShallPassJust some musings on humanity
Sometimes...
I am ashamed to be human. Ashamed of the careless power, ease of living and convenience of our modern world that being human affords me. If we do live more than one life, if we reincarnate into animals, another human, an insect....than how is it possible, in our human form that we can be so disgracefully cruel to other forms of life? Animals kill to feed themselves, and to protect themselves. But humans maim, kill, rape, and destroy, all to fulfill greedy, sadistic, malicious goals. We consume. We consume all that we have and then steal from somewhere else, until we are sick, and yet still, we look for more. Staring out of a window, watching cars fly past in an endless trail, people hurrying to work on the wet streets, clutching their coffee, I think how sorry I am. My mind drifts off to imagining how the seams of the sky are absorbing, revealing a secret that has shrouded all of our eyes. The fabrication of our lives. I imagine what it would be like to know what that means, to know how this body I sit in really came to be. My bus stops abruptly and I startle. Blinking around, awoken from the thoughts, the grief, the shame. I slyly, curiously, look over at the quiet people sitting around me. Are they ashamed? Which one worries about the extent of their power? Or how insignificant they feel in the tide of humanity? I want to apologize to them for every person who abused them, used them, tricked them or humiliated them. I want to tell them not be ashamed, as they are magnificent creatures in an inconceivable existence. The bus lurches forward, the cars move forward. The sky stays still. Just sometimes....I think.
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StatsAuthorThistoShallPassEdmonton, Alberta, CanadaAboutI used to write all of the time, but every year I write less, I journal less and I create less. I want to pick it up again. more..Writing
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