Human

It’s strange being a human. Caught in this place between instinct and deliberation. Between the construct of society and the truth of the wild. Between the physical and the spiritual. I imagine being a bird or an elephant would be so easy, but maybe because I’m not bird nor elephant – rather I’m something with feathers and weight but neither take such solid form as theirs. Again caught somewhere in the middle. An existential battle, or fine tuned balance, depending on the day. Only as real as deliberation allows, unlike the elephant that exists no matter its thoughts or absence of them. Only as free as instinct can bow, unlike the bird for whom instinct is its method of flight. A strange and beautiful experience for sure, being a human.

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