Humanity
by Vincent Lincoln
What does it mean to be human and a man?
Is it just to live a life and die?
Is being human just a simple matter of being born of flesh and blood?
Or is it instead a way of thinking of our actions and the consequences this so call life can imposes on me?
Is it of feelings and emotions and love?
Is leaving no mark or record of my existence at the end of my time a cardinal sin?
I once heard a saying that “God loves, men kill.”
If this is true
Then I am hopeful that one day I will discover my own humanity.
Until then I will continue to learning, change, grow, and love and trying to become more of the human and man that I think I should be
