we are human
and i'm going to let you in on a little secret
when it's late at night and nothing seems possible
and the creation of the world is unfathomable
and you don't think you can do anything at all:
we are human.
and we are goddamn tough,
we press ourselves underwater where we cannot breathe
and we press ourselves into space where we cannot breathe
we travel across stretches of land in machines rumbling underneath us
do the same in the air
and we go to school or work every day
or keep on living
and you know what?
despite being fleshy structures of bone creating a flimsy and flawed social system,
we are here and alive and functioning
we are human,
and we live on past death and love and life
when people break your heart and you break people's hearts
and people die all around us every day
and people keep on living despite it all
because it's a tough job,
but you did it so far
and i am unbelievably proud of you.
so when it is a slow night like molasses
and your soul drips down the windows like you can't see any reason to live anymore
i beg of you to look at yourself:
you are a miracle of life
and you are a working system of blood and bone and flesh
and you, you have lived this long
you are human.
and that is hard,
and you should be so proud of your humanity.