Being human was never as complicated. In a world with
fluctuating moralities, humanity has worn a thousand gowns. But I don't wonder
about that any more. I wonder about 'being' more than human. What are we? Who
are we? The first question is probably easy to answer, courtesy evolutionary
science. The second is what captures my imagination. Are we just a body with
our brain as our God and brain as our Devil? Who owns our soul? Who defines us?
How do we interpret our own selves? Are we how the society views us? Or how we
view ourselves? And even in the society, how different people classify us,
based on their own experiences and their interpretations by the others. These
questions form a mesh in my mind- overlapping, knotting and tearing each other
apart. And then I realise- I am only a human, with a mind that is still
awaiting the ultimate truth. So I move on to the only important question in
life that, according to me, we ever need to think about- 'Does it matter'?
