Go ahead and start yawning, as this is not going to be anywhere near as exciting as an Indiana Jones or a James Bond movie. I am a human, well at least I am in this lifetime. Some humans become convicts and others have deep convictions, so pretty much we are all rather different and maybe that is what makes us human. Will my life ever make sense, will all the pieces ever fit together? My life has never been a garden party and I have never had any carpets rolled out for me, but I have had numerous doors open up and probably just as many doors have closed on me. I have even had to climb out some windows when things got rough, but like a mighty river I keep on rolling along.
I have felt much happiness and I have also encountered some pain. Why do painful memories seem to last longer than the more joyful ones? It is all in your brain and the traumatic events seem more pronounced, because your neurons are making stronger connections with these events. Neurons are information gathering devices and information transmitters and you might compare neurons to satellites, because they function the same way. They sink in on a receiving beacon so they can collect data and then they transfer this to another location.
Over the years, I have developed socially and I have gained certain abilities that allow me to create things and express myself. I guess I consider myself to be more important than other lower life forms (non-humans) and maybe this is tied to spiritual beliefs and the possibility that I might have a soul. I have the ability to reason things out, value other people’s opinions and I am free to form my own opinions and I have aspirations to achieve something significant. Some human beings do not behave like human beings, they are unethical and they try to cheat others and some are clueless on how to be good, or show compassion or mercy.
I have never counted them, but I expect that I have 46 chromosomes, made up of 23 pairs like every other human. My sex pair of chromosomes have determined me to be a male. Every human has parents, even test tube babies and I imagine that I have inherited some personality traits from my parents along with some other things. My dad was bald and I have lost most of the hair on my head. My mom had type 2 diabetes and now I have that. My dad had a good sense of humor and he was a story teller and I would like to think that was passed down to me. My mom was a hard worker and she was real good at math and I may not work as hard as she did, but I think that I am better at math.
Two words reversed in order are very close, ‘Human Being’ and ‘Being Human’, when the sequence is switched, the meaning changes. Every Homo Saipan is a Human Being, but only those who are able to exhibit feelings of love, show compassion and kindness, those who are considerate of others, those who are able to understand others and show needy people some sympathy and act with tolerance can be classified as Being Human.