BEING HUMAN by Alexandra Rain (16)
For the past sixteen years, I have observed humans. I have constantly been in the surroundings of beings similar and different from me. I’ve noted their mannerisms, the way they pronounce their words and the words they choose. Their ways of motion, the way they move have all been noted. The form humans carry when walking into a room or across the street. The shape of open arms or the tight fold of arms across their chest. The way of which a smile spreads across lips and the way eyebrows stitch together in the presence of a frown. All of this and more, I’ve noticed. With all of these observations, I’ve concluded that humans are undeniably fascinating.
Even with this collection of remarks, I am still understanding what being human means. I am still questioning the definition of “humanity.”
Being human surely is different for everyone. There is an entirely unique set of thoughts and ways of existing for each being. A single standardization for what being human is would be an error in classification. There is beauty in the diversity, in the multitudes of being.
The fascination is not only the means of how these people of multitudes exist but, rather, how they exist together. Furthermore, how does this co-existence creates humanity? Humanity and society are referred to countless times but what is it actually? More importantly, where does each individual fit into this allusive “humanity?”
It is rather easy to separate an individual from humanity. It seems like humanity is seen on the large scale, an almost untouchable matter due to it’s size. Meanwhile a human is seen on the small scale. Perhaps, this is where the disconnection surfaces from and maybe this is where the real problem is.
There is a story about a little wave, living in the ocean, having a wonderful time. This wave is enjoying all that his life is, the wind and the fresh air. This wonderful time ends as soon as he notices the other waves in front of him, crashing against the shore. Immediately, this wave becomes panicked, “This is terrible! Look what’s going to happen to me! We’re all going to crash! All of us waves are going to be nothing!” In the midst of this wave’s fear, a second wave comes along and says, “No, you don’t understand. You’re not a wave. You’re part of the ocean.” (Tuesdays with Morrie).
Part of the ocean.
The disconnection between being human and being a part of humanity shouldn’t exist. The truth is, being a human and being a part of humanity are more connected than we realize. Being human isn’t just being human, it’s shaping humanity. You’re not a wave, you’re part of the ocean.
I cannot emphasize this enough: you matter.
You matter. Your daily routine of life may seem silly or even pointless at times but I promise you it isn’t. Stop viewing yourself as a small individual and recognize how large you actually are. You’re meant to take up space and use your voice. You’re meant to stand up for what you believe in. I’ll say it one more time: you matter. You have a purpose and a rightful place on Earth.
And maybe, that’s what being human means. Being a human is using your voice boldly to stand up for all that you believe in, taking up space along side the other humans we have the grace to share this planet with.
I won’t set this as a single standardization for how to exist as a human, however, that’s where I find myself in the place of humanity. That is the kind of wave I want to be in this magnificent ocean we all find ourselves in.
You are a part of an ocean and whatever wave you choose to create is significant.