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[miladycarol]

I was dreaming that I was in London. In reality, I sat on the second floor of the big red tour bus and saw Speaker’s Corner as we drove past. I never had the chance to return there on foot, though I had designs on saying something there if I ever had the chance. I had nothing planned, but a strong desire to speak.

In my dream, I walked up and began to do just that. The first few lines flowed very naturally in my dream and I began to construct more, thus waking me. I grabbed my PDA and began to write.


I want to talk about love, but I’m really hurt right now.

I want to talk about peace, but my thoughts are restless and quarrelsome.

I want to talk about logic, but I’m feeling very emotional.

I want to talk about equality, but I have my prejudices.

I want to feel boundless joy, but I’m rather depressed in the moment.

I want to be a sage, but wisdom is often elusive and I lack experience.

I want to be a super-person, but I am only human.

Welcome to my humanity.

Please, come in. Make yourself comfortable. Would you like a beverage? Tea? Lemonade? I made it myself.

Welcome to my humanity.

I’m eager to please, but I’m oh so stubborn.

I would like to be eloquent, but I’m nervous and I tend to stumble upon my words.

Please, be kind. I’m trying my best most of the time, but I can't quite seem to overcome my humanity.

Please be patient. I’m slow, but I’m willing to learn and keep an open mind.

Please forgive me. I am sometimes rash and impetuous, but I never mean to offend.

Welcome to my humanity.

I am human. I’m not always proud, but when a stranger smiles genuinely at me, I feel love.

When I share laughter, I feel at peace.

When I hear heart-felt thanks, I feel boundless joy.

Welcome to my humanity.

Please, have a hug, take off your shoes, make yourself comfortable.

Welcome to my humanity.