I feel human.

No, I haven’t stolen your post Eyal, even though I noticed you have an unpublished draft with that title. But without having read it, it put me on the idea on which I am embarking now.

I feel so human. Everything I do can be quantified, classified, solidified and categorized. Everything I do is so real. I am not swimming in the vastness of thought-time-space anymore, I am here, in the real world, with real people and real events. I have to obey the real world laws of physics, I can not bend time or energy to my will, and I get wet when I step in the water. I feel so human. I dream at night, long, short, disturbing, provoking, erotic, happy, sad and confusing dreams. I can touch, smell, see and hear things just as everyone else. I communicate with and observe the world around me in the same manners as you do. I laugh, cry, enjoy or despair at the same things. I feel human. Just human perhaps. Or? I have to follow the laws of men, still, I can do what I want to. I am held responsible for my actions and I think about consequence before I act. I breathe, eat, drink, sleep, love, hate, think, feel, wonder and learn. I must be human. I was born. I live.

And I will die.
I am human.

Am I limited still? By all the constrains of the real world, all the boundaries of humankind?


Human? Perhaps.

One thought on “I feel human.

  1. I’m glad that you wrote the post as you did.

    When I started writing that draft I was going to say that I no longer feel like I can do anything, my bones may break, my hair may fall out, and my knees could buckle. I am after all only human, and I think I’ve finally come to terms with that.

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