Welcome to my blog. This is my first post. That’s me, on the right. Man, I look cool.
I will write something here to get started.
I will get started because writing is something I enjoy. This is something I enjoy because my mind creates room for creative thoughts to form and they need somewhere to go. My mind creates creative thoughts to form and they need somewhere to go, because I am human and that’s what we humans do. I am human because… well, the answer, like so many things, depends on your point of view.
I am human because of a long, unbroken chain of evolution that transpired over billions of years, life adapting and changing, somehow flexing to become the species we call Homo sapiens, with a complex brain capable of language, abstract thought, and moral reasoning, as evidenced by my DNA and by the way my body expresses that sacred code.
Or, I might be human simply because I wonder about being human, because I’m conscious of my own existence, and my self-awareness defines me as such from other animals and plants.That awareness comes with ethics, longing, pain, joy, storytelling, the cascade of human emotions and experiences too many to fathom.
Or maybe I’m human because at some point long ago my soul or consciousness selected this path to grow, to suffer, to learn love, to experience the depth and difficulty of this existence. Maybe humanity is a temporary resting stop, a gift in a longer journey of becoming.
It could be, there’s no reason I’m human. It was just random chance. I was born here in this body and all other meaning is something I make rather than inherit.
Hell, to that end none of this may be real. It could be a simulation game devised by future humans or aliens. It could be that I’m a consciousness experiencing humanity because that’s what the simulation is programmed to run. Emotions, relationships, complications, ethical dilemmas, love – it all sounds like the makings of a good opera for whomever is running the show. That would explain the de ja vu I’m having as a get older, and degration in my sight and hearing. Would someone refresh my code please?
Or maybe a benevolent God conjured me from dust in his own likeness, and fashioned me a partner from one of my ribs. Revealed as a sinner, he sent his only begotten son to save me, to die for my sins, and to have the son’s friends make a history of it. I believe this one is less likely, but just as absurd, as any of the others.
So, what is the answer then?
As of this moment, in the Summer of 2025 and now that I’ve reached level 57, I think I’ve been asking the wrong question.
Why am I human? Who cares. Is this real? Doesn’t matter. It’s real enough to call my own, make memories, cherish people, to love. To learn. I wish time would stand still for a moment, a year, ten years… a chance to hit “pause” at level 57 while giving me the space to take in an additional ten years of knowledge and then hit “go” again when I feel ready. I’d spend hours with my wife and kids creating joy and laughing, seeing the world and its beauty. I’d delve deeply into meaningful projects that make the world better. I’d be creative and loving and kind, and on the occasion when I’d be frustrated or unfairly angry I’d have the time to make amends. I’d be kinder to myself.
I think the right question is, what am I supposed to learn from being human right now?
Let’s find out.
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