“To Be Human Again”
This is for the ones who move through days like ghosts with to-do lists. For the ones whose hearts beat, but whose souls forgot the rhythm. For the ones who survive instead of live. Maybe you just need to remember. Maybe you never stopped being human. Maybe you just got too busy to notice. But if you could pause — just for a heartbeat — maybe you’d remember what it feels like to be human again. If I woke up human… I think I’d just listen. To the rhythm under my ribs, to the soft rebellion called a heartbeat — proof that something inside me refuses to quit. I’d breathe like it’s a miracle, because maybe it is. Air filling lungs, lungs filling life, life filling silence. I’d stare at my hands for too long, marvel at the tremble, the pulse, the way they can both destroy and create. How a single touch can heal or shatter. And I wouldn’t change a thing — not yet. Not the mess, not the doubt, not the thousand tiny cracks that make a person whole. Because I think the first day of being hu...
