"I owned every second
That this world could give
I saw so many places
The things that I did
Yeah, With every broken Bone
I swear I lived"
-One Republic
I saw so many places
The things that I did
Yeah, With every broken Bone
I swear I lived"
-One Republic
Being human:
Is Living.
Is listening to powerful music and getting goosebumps all over.
Is feeling irritated that the giddy, flirty girl is more annoying than usual. Being human, you'd have to ask her to find out she just got asked to prom.
Is finding a hobby you love and investing everything into it.
Is realizing you actually hate that hobby and it's not all that fun.
Is wanting to be included.
Is yearning to be loved by someone.
Is including others.
Is feeling the pain of death of a loved one.
Is dancing to your favorite song alone in your room.
Is watching the homeless dog commercials with Sarah McLachlan music as background and crying, then questioning why a sappy commercial can make you cry.
Is laughing at a funny joke and your eyes crinkle.
Is dreaming for a better future but being too lazy to stop old habits.
Is being determined at the start of each year to change your way of life through resolutions.
Is losing that determination by the start of February.
Is admitting when we're wrong.
Is letting pride ruin a good relationship.
Is getting holes punched in your ears for decoration.
Is not knowing that the boy sitting next to you has parents that are getting divorced. Until you ask.
Is being disgusted at the man, driving in the car over, for picking his nose at the stop light.
Is seeing the person you like and getting butterflies in your stomach.
Is being 16 and finding out your friend has cancer.
Is writing and rewriting this blog post a dozen times this week.
Is finding your favorite color again.
Is moving out to go to college.
Is living in your parents basement because you're afraid of commitment.
Is making a million mistakes and still having the courage to get up in the morning.
Is making such a big mistake you wind up in jail.
Is making your dad your hero.
Is letting peoples words affect how you feel.
Is sitting in the bathroom stall at your church to finish your post, because your wifi is out at your house.
Is going to school and hating every moment.
Is loving creative writing.
Is hating Mondays, but loving Fridays.
Is learning to love tomatoes as you grow up.
Is having your body slowly stop working.
Is eventually dying.
Humans, we are walking art. From our fingers to the intricate details in our eyes. Everything about us humans is unique. We are art, creating art.
Is Living.
Is listening to powerful music and getting goosebumps all over.
Is feeling irritated that the giddy, flirty girl is more annoying than usual. Being human, you'd have to ask her to find out she just got asked to prom.
Is finding a hobby you love and investing everything into it.
Is realizing you actually hate that hobby and it's not all that fun.
Is wanting to be included.
Is yearning to be loved by someone.
Is including others.
Is feeling the pain of death of a loved one.
Is dancing to your favorite song alone in your room.
Is watching the homeless dog commercials with Sarah McLachlan music as background and crying, then questioning why a sappy commercial can make you cry.
Is laughing at a funny joke and your eyes crinkle.
Is dreaming for a better future but being too lazy to stop old habits.
Is being determined at the start of each year to change your way of life through resolutions.
Is losing that determination by the start of February.
Is admitting when we're wrong.
Is letting pride ruin a good relationship.
Is getting holes punched in your ears for decoration.
Is not knowing that the boy sitting next to you has parents that are getting divorced. Until you ask.
Is being disgusted at the man, driving in the car over, for picking his nose at the stop light.
Is seeing the person you like and getting butterflies in your stomach.
Is being 16 and finding out your friend has cancer.
Is writing and rewriting this blog post a dozen times this week.
Is finding your favorite color again.
Is moving out to go to college.
Is living in your parents basement because you're afraid of commitment.
Is making a million mistakes and still having the courage to get up in the morning.
Is making such a big mistake you wind up in jail.
Is making your dad your hero.
Is letting peoples words affect how you feel.
Is sitting in the bathroom stall at your church to finish your post, because your wifi is out at your house.
Is going to school and hating every moment.
Is loving creative writing.
Is hating Mondays, but loving Fridays.
Is learning to love tomatoes as you grow up.
Is having your body slowly stop working.
Is eventually dying.
Humans, we are walking art. From our fingers to the intricate details in our eyes. Everything about us humans is unique. We are art, creating art.
I loved this!! I love how deep some of the things were, and also how realistic you made it!
ReplyDeleteHolla! Like Jo, I really liked the contrast of some of the things on your list. You had the serious, inspiring ones, and then there was the one about the church bathroom (which, still, was strangely inspiring).
ReplyDeleteI loved how you started your list with "is living" and ended with "is eventually dying." Really powerful.
ReplyDeleteThis whole post was really powerful. I agree with them, this was inspiring.
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