Being Human

Why do I find it so difficult to be human lately?
I don’t feel like it is enough. I feel so limited. I’m not content with just being human. It’s just not enough.

Although… I see the fragile beauty of being human. The desperate frailty in it. I need something so much greater than myself to satisfy what I can’t do and who I can’t be. I’m not comfortable in this human skin. I feel trapped. Something inside me is trapped by my humanity.

I have glimpsed eternity through human eyes and I can’t wrap my human mind around it. I have tasted the joy and pleasures of life that point to God, but I can’t fully appreciate them with my human tongue. I only partly see, partly hear, partly understand. I have tasted, I know I have, but it’s not enough. My soul yearns for something more. It aches to be free from this body of death.

Every minute, every second, I am closer to death. Traditionally, a scary thing, I can’t think of anything better. For when I die, my soul will be free.


“There’s one way out and one way in
Back to the beginning
There’s one way back to home again
To where I feel forgiven

What is this I feel, why is it so real
What am I to say

It’s only love, it’s only pain
It’s only fear, that run through my veins
It’s all the things you can’t explain
That make us human

I am just an image of something so much greater
I am just a picture frame, I am not the painter
Where do I begin, can I shed this skin
What is this I feel within

It’s only love, it’s only pain
It’s only fear that runs through my veins
It’s all the things you can’t explain
That make us human”

Human - Civil Twilight