We all come into this world...In the same way...Naked...Kicking and screaming...Gasping for air...That breathes Life into us...That in itself is a miracle...We are passed into the hands of life...For a time...To be...To become...Whatever it is...Whoever it is...Hiding inside of us...We come with no handbook...No guarantee...Blank pages upon which to begin our story...A blank canvas...Upon which...Stroke upon stroke...Are brushed...Our parents...Our siblings...Our families...Our friends...And the Universe...All contribute...To who we eventually become...
But what is it that makes us human?...What takes us from a tiny bundle of flesh and bones...To being human?...We need food...We need water...We need shelter...These are the very basic things we need to survive and to sustain the tiny bundle of flesh and bones we are...We all know without these three things...We would be short-lived...
We learn to cry when our tummies are empty...Or when we thirst...Crying being our first communication to others...We have a need that needs to be filled...Throughout our lives...Most of us learn many other things we "need"...Those are extrinsic...But it is the rainbow of intrinsic things...That make us human...The emotions we carry inside us...Love...hate...Anger...Compassion...Empathy...And the ability to express our emotions and our feelings...In a healthy way...
Most of us have the need to love and be loved...To touch and be touched...To understand and to be understood...To listen and to be heard...We need to give and we need to take sometimes...We are always in a constant flux of opposites...With in us...Is both the Yin and the Yang of the Eternal universe...We are always undergoing constant change...What we are...Or what we need ...One day...Is not what we are or need another day...
Every cell in our body is constantly changing and becoming...We go from the tiny bundle of flesh and bones...To exploring toddlers...Then running through the misspent daze of our youth...To becoming adults...
And I was just thinking about all the tiny threads of Life that tie us together in this Web of Life...All of the blank pages we have written upon...Over the years...Chapter upon chapter...All of the brush strokes...All of the colors...We have painstakingly brushed upon the canvas...We improvise...We paint over...The book is never finished...The canvas never filled...Everyday they change...The world around us sees the work in progress...But we never do...I can see yours...But I will never be able to see my own...
My masterpiece...
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