What’s wrong with being human?

I woke up today feeling human… You know, the kind in which one opens her eyes, realizes there’s no work to do and that it is a free, vacant day ahead, and so she decides to return to her sweet slumber. Over and over again.

However, during the wee hours, when she is unable to sleep, she just cannot; she wonders what she is here for? She wonders what her purpose is or if she even has one. She wonders if she is made for something great. Or is she just some speck of dust, wandering, just so to occupy space?

At this time, I have none to offer. No talent nor intelligence. Just faith. Maybe my beliefs will someday bring me to places. I believe that each of us has a destiny and a purpose. It is great in in its own. Nobody can wield it but one’s self. But we must be careful with this destiny; it cannot be greater than us nor can you be greater than it. It is our equal, our ally, our nemesis. It succeeds, so do you. It dies, so do you.

Humans have limits. We must recognize and acknowledge it. We should dream big. Work hard for it. Most importantly, look back to where you came from.

Live life. Live it with meaning.