Love Being Human
It’s seems that no matter how much I think I understand humanness there’s always something or someone that stretches me out of my momentary comfort in believing I’ve arrived. Sometimes I get set off into a world where I presume to know better about how people should be so the world is a better place for all. I think of myself as a master in various arenas of humanness, yet find, time and again that as soon as I think I’ve mastered an aspect of this event called life, I’m brought to the realization that I’ve hardly scratched the surface.