I am human, and I am sorry. I have lived a life unrepentant of the mistakes I have made. I have lived a life, all the while cursing the trauma I experienced at the hands of the orchestrators of my childhood; at the hands of the racists and bigots and abusers that defined my existence. At the hands of the leaders that failed to lead and the mentors that failed to comfort. I have lived a life allowing myself to be defined, yet refusing to define myself. I have lived a life with no significant accomplishment. I have lived a life of mediocrity and complacence. I am human, and I am sorry.
I have rejected my humanity, embraced a divinity and spirituality — cursed, blamed, and forgone responsibility for my errors in search of something unseen to hate. I am human, and I am sorry.
I have asked the important questions, but anticipated the wrong answers. I have turned down the hands offering to feed me. I have embraced conflict in the hopes that the calumniation I have experienced be justified in the end. I am human, and I am sorry.
I have taken for granted a life of comfort, ease, and at some times, opulence. But I have sworn, time and again, to make things different for the generation that will follow me. I am human, and I am sorry.
I have embraced the hurt within me, and downplayed that of others. The death, struggle, misfortune and loss suffered by others in my life pales in comparison to my own suffering. I am human, and for this, I cannot apologise.
I am human.
