Human?

What is human? The dictionary defines it as a bipedal primate mammal. I refuse to believe that that's all we are. I refuse to believe that's all I am. 

 What does it mean to be human? Is it the happiness? The sadness? Or is it the constant worry and stress? The memories? The physical touch? The surreal moments? Are you human when you cry? Human when you laugh? Or are you human when question everything? Doubt existence? What about when you seek help? Or when you're too stubborn to care? When you're angry? When you're in love? And when you're falling out of love? Are you human when you dream? When you laugh and cry over characters even though they aren't real? When you long to be part of a world that doesn't even exist?

The truth is - Its all of that. Not only the happy bits, but the sad ones too. The angry ones. The emotional ones. You are everything that you've ever felt, seen or heard. And it may sound old and clichéd, but that's the way it is. Think about it. You are an amalgamation of a myriad of shows, books, personalities and tiny, tiny things that have affected you over the years.  You've moulded yourself to be all the things you love. And that's beautiful.

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