What makes us human?


Is it that we can communicate with each other?


That we have a four chambered heart?


That we have the ability to rationalize?


But none of that is exclusive to humans


So what makes us human?


What marks the difference between people


And raving lunatics kept in rubber rooms?


What draws the line?


And if you cross the line to the other side


Can you come back?


If you change, does that mean you have to?


Does crossing that line mean interminable

Suffering?


As humans we suffer


So do we suffer as untamed creations as well?


And is it our choice to end suffering?


If it’s ours, of course


If it’s another’s, how could it be?


How can we make someone’s decision for them?


How can we willingly take another life into our hands


When we cannot control our own?

How can we accept responsibility?


And if we were to end another’s suffering


How could he live with it afterwards?


Is that what makes us human?


Regret, guilt?


Eating away like a corrosive acid


Destroying the patched-together lives we lead


Like spare parts haphazardly assembled into a misshapen mess


A half-finished project lying abandoned on the work bench


A half- baked idea, sitting in the oven of your mind


Rotating near the back like a stupid rotisserie chicken


Is having the power to end suffering good?


Does ir make it better to have the opportunity?


Or make it worse to have the choice


The choice where you decide


Whether someone lives or dies


The choice you make and the consequences you face


And must live with for forever


Evidently all of these questions go unanswered


Maybe the answers truly aren’t known


Maybe they’re hidden just below the surface


Or maybe they’re stashed away, for only some eyes


Wherever they are


Whenever they make an appearance


It’s not now


It’s not here


But be ready for them when they do


Be ready


Or face what we’ve been given