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To Be Human
By Troy Angel
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I am a living being. I have no gender, no race, no religion, no age, and no social status. I would like to take a moment to share with you what it is like to be me. I walk the streets observing life and all of its participants. I pass a homeless man on, feeling pity for him. I pray for him, yet offer no meal or shelter. I give to charities designed to help unfortunate people, yet shun those with less than I. I witness global violence on television every evening and hurt for all those afflicted by war’s senseless nature; but, I prey on those weaker than myself and attack any who contradict my personal beliefs. I am awestruck an beautiful people walk by, often wishing to be like them. This envy slowly creates a hatred for something I once longed to be. I am hurt when ridiculed by others for differences in my appearance, however, I belittle those unlike myself to create a false sense of security. I want to be treated with respect, patience, and kindness by those who care about me. Tragically, I am often bitter, spiteful, and even rude to the ones I love the most. I wish to be loved by all but refuse to share my heart with anyone. I need a supportive voice to encourage me when I am down, but I neglect those who desperately need my affection. I like to receive but seldom give. I lie but expect to be trusted. In spite of all my flaws, I am capable of great things. My heart is full of love. I can deal with life on its terms and conquer odds that seem insurmountable. Deep inside, I know the right things to do, I simply need to do them. I am in control of my own destiny, and it is up to me to assure that my future will be a bright one. I have shared with you my hopes and fears, my assets and shortcomings, but most importantly, myself. Now you know what it is like to be me…
To be human.
Troy Angel
