That phrase seems to contradict itself; it seems the words "we" and "different" should not go together. But they do, because despite the fact that no one person is quite like another, we all have one thing in common, one thing that allows each individual "I" to fit into a universal "us." We are all human.
I know, it's a real shocker, huh? Everyone who will ever read my words is human.
I can imagine the great firsts who were tasked with naming the universe. Assigning a name means defining, capturing, shaping. After many years of slaving away at the art, I can imagine them finally leaning back in satisfaction and then realizing they were not quite done.
"What about us?" And that mus have been the greatest task of all, to harness their own essence with a single word. They looked to define their essence to find the word; I look to define the word to find our essence.
Human: it means a million things. It means crying on the hard days and laughing on the good ones and knowing the difference between the two. It means wishing on long-dead stars for people who won't live a tenth as long as they did. It means burning the toast and smelling the roses and having a heart.
"Human" might mean imperfect and vulnerable. "I am only human." It might mean having compassion and charity, as in the words "humanitarian" or "humane". At any rate, it means our core is the same. You and I and everyone in the entire world can be encompassed into an "us". So hang on to your human, even if you don't always like it. Sometimes it's the only thing holding us together.
I'm not really making sense, am I? That's part of being human, too; not always making sense. So because I am not just a "me" but also part of a "we", I expect you to understand me, or at least feel the truth of my words somewhere deep inside. Because my nonsense is scattered bits of my soul, and our souls are made of the same stuff. Human stuff.
