Dealing with being Human

Lately, I am convinced that being human is about one thing..

Well a few things, but I like to think of them as one.

Pain. Not the simple pain, the pain that's easily solved with barbie bandaids and a hug from mom. But the pain you feel when a bandaid can't hold things together anymore. Because things are splitting at the seams and you, are not a seamstress. The pain of losing everything. The pain of silence. The pain of not being able to be who you are because being who you are is messy and unwanted. And incorrect, like a run on sentence. The pain of letting everyone you know down, watching their faces drop when you show them you aren't who they want you to be.

The Pain of being a GHOST! An UNWANTED GHOST.

The pain of disappointment.

The pain of feeling untouchable, and free. The pain of being so lost in the joy of flying that you blind yourself. You don't allow your eyes to see the sidewalk rushing towards you. Only after, when your soul slowly rises, do you realize. That if the window had been shut and covered with bars you wouldn't be leaving everything you know behind.

But mostly, the pain of having to deal with being human. Being human is about being human. Learning to be in pain, and learn from pain, and live for pain.

To smile through pain.