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Exhausting Being Human

 There is so much that life has to offer. The human experience, however, gets too inhumane sometimes. And not all are equipped with the strength to traverse the muddy waters without splash. The many gifts of life become invisible; hopelessness takes over, and the rejection (or inability) of the world to stop (or even slow down) for a bit requires one to travel in darkness (often pretending to be without fear).

Ok. Maybe the world does not need to apply brakes for every little wuss out there who finds difficulty in carrying some burden. But, maybe, the need may be acknowledged; maybe some way could be devised to reduce the burdens, or to accomodate the overwhelmed for a while. You will say such efforts will be misused, and if misuse is the argument then please demolish all human institutions. 

Just create some scope for rest, reflection, peace and meaningful solitude. The effort to be human is increasingly painful - the mores are continuously adding new things; evermore we're required to do more. Being human is all about being more and more. To what end, God knows. Also, most of these burdens arise from human relationships. The unknown standards, the misleading morality, the slavery of household and work, all bind the individual (with no consideration for the individual). A loved one may die, the world continues; your personal loss is yours to deal; without any accomodation, because others never lose people. Gone through a heart-break; carrying the luggage of severe depression, trust issues, abandonment issues, feeling the burden of existence - all that must be kept deep inside somewhere. What good is being human, if being human is all about appearing inhumane, dealing with the inhumane, accepting the inhumane! 

Life is earnest, precious and what not. But in rhetoric, in poetry. Longfellow wrote a Psalm on it. But beyond Psalms there are humans, actual living humans, whose hearts are beating like 'muffled drums'; mostly because the muffled beating is the dictated norm. Let not your emotions be shown, lest you appear human. There are many gifts of life - all lost because being human with you all around is exhausting. 

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