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I don't know who I am, except that I am a 17 yr old boy. Thats all I know so far. Everything else I tell you would be lies, because I know nothing of myself.
On January 3rd of 2010 I became human, neither in the sense that I emerged from my mothers womb nor in the sense that I went through some sort of metamorphosis but in the sense that on January 3rd I began to feel. Never had I ever experienced an emotion that was unmistakably identifiable, that I had no question of what I was feeling. It was those few minutes, not numbering more than four minutes, that the world around me completely changed. It was as if my eyes had been finally open to look upon all of creation and see all of its beauty and atrocities, its happiness and sorrow, but most importantly my eyes had been open to see what others are able to see- love. The most human of all emotions, fundamental to our continued existence, had evaded me for so long, or so I thought. In that moment, after I had seen my Dad in a hospital bed talking and laughing and made an excuse to flee to the car as to hide from the streams of tears from my Dad, I realized that it was not love that eluded me but it was I who evaded love. In that moment the answer was so simple, as it had always been for seventeen years, I ran away from love. How I missed this emotion, this simple emotion, the most human of emotions, even though it brought me to tears I realized how I longed for this feeling. At that moment I saw love, pure love: love that was untainted by the corruption of man. As the moment came to pass and my world returned to normal I realized that it was that day, the 3rd of January in the year 2010, that I became human. For what was I before I was without love? NOTHING.
