It’s a bit of statement, right? Being human, it can mean so many different things, from being kind to one person and being a complete and utter prick because necessity demands it. Being human is being as complex and simple as could possibly be at any given moment. It’s loving your neighbor and wanting to stab them in the back should the situation call for it. Being human is different and adaptable for each individual.
We’re made up of the same things, we operate the same on the most basic levels, but once you get past that, once you reach the surface and start looking around, we are very different. There are cultures, races, ethnicities, habits, politics, religions, and any other number of differences that we use to separate one another. We seem to excel at listing our differences and keeping apart from one another in our little cliques and groups that celebrate our differences without taking into account how alike we really are.
But there’s a silver lining, like there always is. Human beings aren’t wholly evil, and we’re not wholly good. As was said above, we’re complex in our simplicity. We love, we hate, we stand to the side and we go on personal crusades in an attempt to make lives better. So then what does it all mean?
We’re imperfect beings in an imperfect world, that’s what it means.