Humanity

Is the constant struggle between head and heart.

It's loving someone even after you've had to call it off.

It's telling your daughter to make sure she has mace for a night out with the girls.

It's telling your son it's okay to cry even though the boys at school make fun of him.

It's telling your mother you can't afford her diabetes medication because the rent needs to be paid.

It's burying your sister because some idiot decided to answer a text while driving.

It's cheating on your wife because you're bored.

It's marrying your high school sweetheart because you got pregnant only to find out years later he's an abusive piece of shit.

It's staying in a dead-end job because you can't afford tuition even with financial aid.

It's loving someone you can never have.

It's hating someone because of something they can't control.

It's trying to force someone to believe in something.

It's believing in something that may not be there but you desperately hope it is.

It's speeding because it makes your dick hard.

It's running for president because you're bored.

It's walking around a lit up city during the night.

It's killing strangers because you're only following orders.

It's running into burning buildings to save souls.

It's sacrificing your happiness for someone who is always ungrateful.

It's going through the unimaginable pain giving birth then going through the worst pain you’ll ever feel when you have to bury them three weeks later.

It's jumping into a lake naked with friends.

It's having your life flash before your eyes the minute an eighteen wheeler goes over the yellow line.

It’s loving without looking back.

It’s standing on street corners to survive.

It’s rallying in D.C. to fight the good fight.

It’s going through another adoption rejection, resenting how easy it is for other people.

It’s pulling the plug on your wife’s life support because you can’t bear not knowing.

It’s cheating on a math test.

It’s jaywalking…all the time.

It’s staring at the ceiling while listening to music and crying.

It’s waiting for your life to leave you as the blood from your wrists does.

It’s refusing a drink from the cute guy at the bar because he might belong to the other side of “not all men”.

It’s hiding in a closet as your uncle looks for you.

It’s running to a neighbor’s house to call the cops on your father.

It’s lying in a pool of blood.

It’s jumping in head first.

It’s holding in a fart while in an elevator.

It’s putting raisins in potato salad.

It’s meeting the parents for the first time.

It’s taking a sleeping pill on an airplane.

It’s throwing your nephew in a pool.

It’s stepping on a bee.

It’s being chased by a chicken.

It’s thinking you’re better than everyone.

It’s smiling to yourself because you think you’re smarter than the police.

It’s cracking the case that’s been cold for forty years.

It’s accidentally setting the table for four even though he’s gone.

It’s laying in your post sex mess.

It’s trying a new position.

It’s kidnapping a girl to sell.

It’s killing a person because you’ve been paid to.

It’s pretending to be someone else.

It’s everything, all at once, somewhere, everywhere, anytime, all the time.