The idea of humanity versus the reality of humanity…

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This won’t be a long soliloquy, but I think there has to be a digital consortium on the ideal of humanity versus the reality of humanity.

I often thought life would be filled with hope and a lot of “over-coming” as a Black person. They call it “striver-ism”.

Yeah, um …. no. Pipe dream.

The reality of humanity is that being human, having Black skin, being a Black American, being a divorced single mother, being a single mother, having a chronic illness, it’s all VERY HARD.

The reality of humanity is that you have to continue and keep moving even in the midst of the storm, even in the midst of self doubt, you move on. You move with the same tenacity that you would if you hope wasn’t deflated.

The reality of womanhood is that you change and change and grow and wilt and wither and weather, but you have to love yourself as you are in that moment …. knowing that the moment and your womanhood could change.

The reality of your humanity is that it is arduous, but rewarding and confusing.

And you have to keep living.

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