BEING HUMAN

BEING HUMAN

Being deaf avoids many arguments, being blind avoids many discussions, being dumb avoids many situations but being human creates many complex circumstances which is undesirable in this world.

What defines it to be a human? Feelings, emotions, mental strength to judge and to react to a situation. Artificial intelligence and artificial flow of emotions are two of its own kind of being not practical as far as humanity is concerned. You are human, if you can feel what others can, if you can judge others’ situations, if you can see others’ grief, if you can listen to others cry and if you can speak for others pain.

I am not a human as I ignored when others were crying loud in the scorching sunrays of grief and pain. I am just a puppet of my own hand. I can console myself; I can find ways and excuses to prove myself correct when the world was pointing fingers against me.

But when it comes to my pain, my grief, my sadness, my loneliness, my hollow world, I search for a human. But alas! My definitions of humans make a mockery of my own circumstances and passed by looking deep into the depth of my wound with the eyes of sarcasm and the never-ending strings attached to the ends of my own created utopia of grief.

The most painful source of pain is expectation. The more you expect, the more you are in pain. My expectations are rather unusual & unreal. I expect people not to expect anything from me & rather stand tall to my expectations. What an expected expectation of an expected human.

Everybody read my mind, read my thoughts and act accordingly. I am the supreme power of your kingdom and all of you are my slaves. I will never say, what I feel, what I want, you have to figure it out and act according to my will, otherwise the consequences will be harsh.

Oh commo’n , why do I think like that . Who am i? Why should people care for my thoughts? In fact why should people care for me?

Change the definition of being human in this human world, otherwise you will not be considered BEING HUMAN………