To Be Human

To be human is to ache and to long.
It is to carry contradictions: strength and softness, faith and doubt, brilliance and brokenness — sometimes all at once.

It’s waking up hopeful, and by evening, questioning everything.
It’s loving people who may never love us the same way back.
It’s fighting for dreams we sometimes don’t believe we deserve.
It’s messing up, apologizing (or not), and trying again.

To be human is to need — not just food or water — but meaning, belonging, connection.
To be held. To be known. To be seen in all our rawness and still not be left.
It’s laughing inappropriately at funerals and crying in the middle of supermarkets.
It’s finding God in unexpected places and still sometimes feeling abandoned by Him.

Being human means we carry invisible weights no one sees, and still show up.
It means we grieve people who are still alive.
It means we bleed from things no one touched.
It means we carry stories that don’t make sense, and wounds that didn’t ask for permission.

And maybe… maybe being human is also about becoming.
Not just who we were born as — but who we choose to be, especially when it’s hard.
It’s forgiving without closure.
It’s staying tender when life wants you to harden.
It’s hoping again even after disappointment.
It’s choosing to break cycles, even though we were raised inside them.

To be human is weighty and wonder-filled.
Not perfect. Not painless. But deeply worth it.
Because somehow, in all the mess and miracle, we get to live this one wild life — as we are.