All too Human
by Jacob Kechichian
All too human.
To ache for the past, present, and future.
Cursing time, an illusory tool, for doing what we asked it to do.
Our lives sitting cautiously balanced between irony and paradox.
The human condition, or so it’s called.
A search for purpose,
for which we grasp at our idiosyncracies,
hoping for extraordinary to jump out of mediocrity.
As if our singular plots are to be a grand film for all to see.