We are Human, After All

I became aware some time back
  that being human is a
  contradiction of terms.

We hold within these earthly bodies,
  light and dark,
  peace and malcontent,
  hope and fear...

Always, we step forward
  embodying extreme opposites,
  balancing seemingly impossible juxtapositions.

In our pursuit of the light,
  shall we deny the dark?
  Shall we pretend that it doesn't
  exist side-by-side with our light?

I worry always that we shun that
  which doesn't fit our image of
  who we are supposed to be,
  that we pretend the questions,
  the fears, the doubts, the ...
  don't exist.

For, in so doing, we deny
  our humanity.

Perhaps, we are angels in human form.
  Perhaps, we are old souls.

We can be all that

AND

we are human,
  at the same time.

And being human isn't all that easy!

Sometimes, it hurts so bad,
  you want to scream bloody hell!

Sometimes, you feel so angry,
  you could rip the head off a lion.

Sometimes, you are so frightened,
  the rock under which you hide
  is the only place you feel safe.

Sometimes, the goodwill morphs into
  envy, or dislike or even hate.

We are in human form.
  I sincerely believe that part of
  our evolution

  is to come to terms with that simple fact.

Dare we love the dark in our selves?
Dare we admit our failings, our misperceptions,
  our misgivings, our doubts?

Dare we allow the other the same?

Can we love our selves
  and the other
  in our raw, imperfect, tarnished form?