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‘Definition of human?’

 

noun 

a human being, especially a person as distinguished from an animal or (in science fiction) an alien.

 

Similar: Relationships. Homes. Possessions. Pain. Pleasure. Pets. Jobs. Family. Laughter. The way the sun shines through the window in the morning and glints off the glass on the nightstand left over from last night’s two a.m. escapade into the kitchen. His practiced smile worn for that specific person, the only one who knows how to make him smile anymore. How she frowns right before sighing. The old man who owns the bookshop on the corner, lounging comfortably out front with a steaming cup of coffee and a plain donut, gleefully greeting everyone who passes by in the morning. Reaching into someone’s chest and crushing their heart with trembling hands. The familiarity of returning to a favorite book, the pages worn, and the words memorized, the story living within the soul just as much as it does on the page. Finding the perfect gift for someone special and feeling so giddy that it’s difficult to withhold presenting them with it immediately. Watching a good movie on the couch and munching on a handful of M&Ms. Crying on the bathroom floor in the dark. Making others laugh so loud the world begins to melt away around the edges of tears that escape, running away onto the floor. How to understand the lilt of loved one’s voices and how it changes with excitement, sadness, guilt, heartache, anxiety, ease. Comforting someone and knowing it makes a difference to them. Breaking a bone. Scraping a knee. Getting into a fender bender in a new car. Writing creatively. Going to college. Paying for college. Hearing a long-forgotten beloved song. The ability to learn. Losing a loved one, the grief nagging even years later. Smiling back at the old man who owns the bookshop on the corner, waving as he settles in contentedly out front with a steaming cup of coffee and a plain donut, merrily greeting you as you pass by on your daily commute. Knowing you’ll stop by later on your way back to see if he got that book you asked for.

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