There are some days in which I feel completely alone. When I don’t feel like getting out of bed to face the day. When I wonder if there is a point to this world, to our lives. And on these days, I spend a lot of time wondering what we are and what we aren’t.
And I realised this: We are human. We are skin and bone, flesh and blood. We are flawed, we make mistakes and we go about our entire lives hoping that our souls can be the one thing we cannot: forever.
But we also dare to hope. We dare to dream, to go out and do the things that we want. Because to be human is to have an insatiable thirst for life. We do not merely sit down and watch our life pass by. We get up, and seize the day. We do what we want to, think what we want to, say what we want to. We create. We destroy. But in the end, we live. There will come a day when there are no men or women left on this earth, but our marks on this world will never be erased, they will remain eternal and that is reason enough to go on. At least, for now.