Hoping to be human, dreaming for future, part II. A short story of fiction

I know life has its issues, I have seen them. I know life is not perfect, it is not just white or black. It is everything at the same time, love and sorrow, joy and disdain, pain and hope, compassion and disgust. Hope is what I hold on to when times get hard, love is what I cherish, that makes my heart beat softer. Compassion for everybody, as a whole, in this world.

Here is part I of the story

I love humanity, but I do not love individuals. That is how I spent my days thinking a while ago, and it is still true in a way. I am not pretending that I like each person on this planet, in fact, I have only found so many people to like. I am different from you and so I have different preferences, different qualities I hold dear in a person. I like different people and I do dislike some personalities, so I may not like some people, even though they have qualities that I admire.

But I still love who we are and who we can be. When I was little, I spent a lot of time outdoors, I learned to love the amazing vistas of my country, I learned love from what was around me, the nature and the trees, the animals, the greens. I spent most of the time out and my first encounters in this world were not with humans, but the earth. Then came my grandparents who loved me dearly, and I them. But my first love was always this world.

Unfortunately or maybe fortunately, with humanity there comes all the other stuff, thorns may prick your finger, but humans can kill, nettles may sting you, but human words actually hurt. A bee may leave its stinger in your finger, but humans leave scars. Humans have great capacity for love, but they also have capacity for hate and anger, and that is what makes us so complicated. Most of us want to be good, but we also tend to be selfish, we want things for us. Mine is mine and so on.

I would like to believe, though, that we can come together, that there would not be another catastrophe or war needed for us to do just that. I know that the world is not going to change in a day, people are not going to stop hating each other for their beliefs overnight, but if we put in the effort, maybe a brighter future will be prevail.

I care and that is my biggest asset, I love and it is keeping me going, I dream and that gives me hope, because if I am here, believing in this world, there must be somebody else thinking the same. I can't be alone in a pool of eight billion individuals. It is not your country that needs you, but your world. We have come so far, we have made borders irrelevant for traveling from place to place, why do we still divide ourselves with those invisible lines?

I believe in a better future, in a world where we have hopes and dreams that come true, in a world that makes us understand that without the planet and each other life would not be bearable. Nothing is black or white, our emotions are what makes us and the bad ones are not supposed to be repressed, just like the good ones shouldn't be forgotten. It's that balance in between, our humanity, that makes us care for others, and it is not meant to be buried.

There will be ups and downs to show us what both mean. Without sadness, those precious moments of joy would not be so happy. Without bliss we would not know what to strive for. So I am accepting the fact that world is both and I am making sure that those happy moments far exceed the negative ones. I am working for a better future not just for me, but for all of us as I imagine that being the best and on top without nobody there to share the love would get quite lonely.

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This is my second part of the story. Two different views that I guess are partly occupying my brain, there is always hope and doubt, both of the emotions. I am learning to balance them and I am leaning more to the light side. Ever since I was a child, I have been a perfectionist, I love beauty and happiness, and I think everybody deserves to have it.

I wish you the best day, an amazing week and a great life,
Linda