I think, therefore, I am;reallllyyyyyyy?

What is it that makes us human?

I do not have the answer to this ontological question. The truth eludes me, consuming this frenzied spirit of mine. I know not what it is to be thyself, to be just a human. Yet the discovery of self as human shall be the most defining moment of life.

More questions:

• Does rationality, the logic of thinking, make us who we are?
• Is emotion the humanness we speak of?

To belong

Wise men say you find peace in the unlikeliest of places and there on Train 10589 Howrah-Bandel Local, I reclaimed myself.

Strength of character.
What does it take to make it your own?

A part of me has given up on life, letting it slip away from these very fingers. I'm losing the plot and very soon I will cease to be. Falling into nothingness, which we eventually become.