I am human.
You are human.
I know, I’m kind of stating the obvious here.
But is it?
How often do we forget that we are human beings? That we all are human.
Depending on the circumstances, I can assume many different shapes.
I can be a son, a brother, a writer, a coach, a driver, a voter, a customer, a worker, an employee, an Italian, a local, a stranger, a friend, an enemy and so on.
Though, beyond all those forms and shapes, I am human.
With all my feelings, wounds, beliefs, memories, hopes, fears, desires, dreams, shortcomings and talents.
I am human. Like you. Like everyone else.
And I’m writing it here, this morning, as a reminder to self.
Because anytime I forget we are all human, I lose the connection and my energy and will fade away.
Two waves in the ocean were having a conversation as they flowed toward shore. The larger wave was extremely depressed, and the small one was peacefully flowing along.from The Mystery of Love By Marc Gafni
“If you could see what I see from up here,” says the large wave to the small one, “you would not be so happy.”
“Well, what is it?”
“In not too long, we will crash into the shore, and that will be the end of us.”
“Oh that,” says the small wave. “That’s okay.”
“What, are you crazy!?”
“No. I know a little secret that tells me it’s all okay,” says the small wave. “Would you like me to share it with you?”
At this point, the large wave friend is both curious and suspicious.
“Will I have to pay a lot of money to learn this secret?”
“No, not at all.”
“Will I have to do zazen [sitting meditation] for thirty years in the lotus position?”
“No, not at all,” says the small wave. “Really, the whole thing is only eight words.”
“Eight words!!! Well, tell me already!”
So the small wave says ever so gently, “You are not a wave. You are water.”