Being Human

I saw a book my mother brought back from cleaning out her parents house subtitled “The Art of Being Fully Human”.  Being human is something I’ve been thinking a lot about lately.  About embracing human experiences.  About us here on earth having a “human experience.”  And I like it.  It feels like a burden being relieved.  Like how we can go to the mall or have a job and look at it as “an experience” .... or better yet a “learning experience,” life is an experience for our souls just the same.  I am here to learn.  I am here to make mistakes.  I am here to experience being a human.  I am here to learn the art of being fully human.  Everything I do, I am here to learn.  But what am I learning about exactly?  I guess I am learning about me, right?  Learning about me as a human.  So what did I learn thus far?  I think that’s why in part I decided to write, to journal.  Because I think what being fully human is is emotion.  Fully experiencing emotions and experiencing the full spectrum of emotions. Right now I am experiencing heartbreak.  But I got to love someone here on Earth, and that’s something amazing.