Being human

Being human is complicated and annoying at rare points. Finding peace in the modern chaos is harder than it looks. I can feel old souls spin in their graves as they watch the world go by.
Each morning, I am inclined to start fresh, but today is different. I am at a point where my expectations only cover basic needs. I am slowly learning to find peace in the chaos and finding balance.
I am happy to share my fashion and style with other people. On my best days, the world is filled with wonder and joy. On my worst days, everything is worthless.
I am only human, but some days it is hard to remember that. My day job pays the bills, but my passion lies with my hobbies. I bleed red, but I know people who can only see my mixed skin.
I am more than my labels and my ideals. Then, I remember that I am mortal and that being human means to live day by day. Most people agree with me on the opinion that being human is complicated.



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