The human experience. It's the others we encounter. Those we share more with than with even our own minds. Those we would die for Give up everything we own for. Those we cannot fathom a life without. Those whose laughter is contagious Those whose smiles cause our smiles Those whose pain compels us to feel it just as deeply. They're our air They're our shelter They're our nourishment. Our worlds would collapse without them.
The human experience. It's the times when we lose them. When we push them away Because we can't understand why the world is what it is Or why we are who we are. It's when they're stolen from us Because of life's cruel mysteries. Or the times they dispose of us Without explanation And we can't apprehend why Or how to move on Or so much as attempt to face the world without them.
The human experience. It's the times our lives cave in. When everything goes tumbling down Like an avalanche of our sanity And our naively made-up stability. The toppling piece that once made up our worlds. When everything we know Everything we live and breathe Everything we are When it all slips away. When we lose our innocence Our faith in humanity Our once-invincibility. When it's taken from us. Or we leave it to the dust. It's the moments we feel clueless. Helpless. Hopeless.
The human experience. It's the times we pick up the pieces. When we learn who we are Understand who we were Realize who we want to be. It's the times we start over. When we leave the past behind And look only to the future. When we stitch up the wounds And once again restore our hope And our faith And our invincibility.