journal of reality

human

Sometimes I forget I'm real. I get so caught up in everything around me that I forget that I am a real living human being. I don't think I give myself enough credit for being alive. I mean look, I'm surviving! I have hands that can hold a spoon or a pencil or my guitar. I have legs and feet that carry me to new places. I have eyes that can see the colors of the flowers and the movements of a squirrel. I have a nose that can smell the after-smell of rain and the fresh-baked cookies my mom makes. I have ears that can hear the beautiful chirping songs of the birds. I have vocal chords that can express an idea or sing a melody. I also make mistakes, lots and lots of mistakes. But I think that's the most important part of all. I make mistakes and that's okay because I am human. And because I am human I also feel emotions. Some emotions are not very good, like sadness and anger, but I can also feel excitement and joy. I am human, and that is amazing!