Human

We're very fragile, you know. If nothings ever happened, you may not know that. In fact, you may strut around, secure in the knowledge that you know what's going on. You'll survive the little shocks and jars that an average life brings, probably take a real long, slow, scenic route to the big dirt nap with everything intact. We want to feel, to live, to simply exist and be human. Even when we don't know what human means, we know when we feel it. Then something affects you. You feel more like a sentient suit. You move, you're here but your nerves don't carry any messages that mean anything. Where's the proof you're a living thing, the barest twinge of connection between you and the rest of creation? What is "you", exactly?

Always be careful to not just move through space. Live conciously, with as much emotion as you can muster the bravery to show. People can take that from you, they can even reduce who you are in your mind until you're not sure if you're an animal or a cheap cardboard puppet being used in pantomimes. Being dull and empty is no way to go through existence, no matter how safe it seems.

You owe it to yourself to stay fully, cognizantly human, every day of your life. Stretch and live within your skin. Feel passionately, and don't ever apologize for it. Taste things at extremes and revel in the newness of sensation as you relearn "fire" and "ice". Most importantly, accept who you are, flaws and all. You never have to stay the same, in fact, that's impossible, but you don't have to despise yourself. Love every weakness, become strangers with shame, while you marvel at how amazing it is you get to sit here at all. We don't have to be gods, rampaging attention whores of embodied need; we get to be human, needing, yet still capable of living.