Infinity

 

I have been afraid to be human. Before I opened my eyes to see the world they whispered to me, "Be something else." And my innocent heart concluded that being fully human is synonymous with being weak.

I have been taught to ignore the thorn in my flesh. I, like everyone living on planet Earth, have been told to hide. They told me to show off only the best parts of me. 

Nineteen years later, I woke up in a sea of silence from those voices. That was when I first realized the blessings of being a human. 

I wanted to live an infinite life before. But I haven't fully grasped the concept of infinity. I glossed over the fact that infinity goes in both negative and positive ways. 

I knew the world was big enough to be explored, but they didn't tell me that it is also small enough to be explored. Either way, it is infinitely dense. 

The universe is so big, massive enough to be lost in it, but it also has details like a single cell which has details of its own. 

They didn't tell me that my everyday life on its own is so infinite. My victory is not the only measure of my life. My disappointments are on the other side of infinity. Life is so vast that it cannot be defined only by how high I travel, but by how deep I am willing to go too.

The silence taught me there is meaning in being weak. It taught me there is worth in just being human.

Photo credit: Eyob Kebede( @snap_b12 on Instagram)