The Feeling of Human

Immediately it races to the peak.

Flaw.

If my mind were a mountain, which I often imagine it should be, this one word – more of an inescapable state of feeling – has been dangling its feet off the edge for quite a while now. And by quite a while, I infer my whole life long. It longs for adventure, but in its very essence it halts in doubt. It’s short but not sweet; deep yet oh so shallow.

And with this paradox, I introduce to you the feeling of human.

Surely you recognize it: an absence of perfection. And no matter what you say, how you act, or what you do, there is no escaping flaw.