fish

sketchfab

I am a human being, but I'm not sure what that means anymore. It's like trying to define a word without using the dictionary. My identity is a jumble of thoughts and emotions, a constant flux of experiences that shape me into who I am today. But what does it mean to be human? Is it just a label we assign ourselves, or is there something deeper at play? I look around and see people living their lives, each with their own struggles and triumphs. Some are happy, others are sad, but they all seem to share one thing in common: the pursuit of happiness. They chase after it like it's an elusive dream, never quite catching up, but always reaching for it. I wonder if I'm just a reflection of this desire. Am I searching for something more, something that will bring me fulfillment and contentment? Or am I just trying to fit in with the crowd, to be accepted and loved? The answer is unclear, but one thing is certain: being human is complicated. It's a messy, beautiful, and frustrating experience all rolled into one. But despite its challenges, it's also incredibly rewarding. So, what does it mean to be human? I'm still searching for the answer, but I know that it's a question worth asking.