The Humanless

As I walk through the streets of the city, I find myself forming opinions about the people living there. I judge them for having children despite their poor living conditions and their inability to secure a better future. I see children with no smiles, lost in their eyes, with no roof over their heads. I see adults wandering aimlessly, without families. My thoughts about their existence were condemnatory.

Today, those same thoughts haunt me. I can now relate to them, understand their pain, and see them as people just like me—alone, with no one to support or care for them. I realize they have emotions and dreams like the rest of us, hoping for a better future for their children, wishing for their kids to achieve things they themselves never could. Their love for their children is pure and divine, trying to give them the best life they can afford.

Now, I feel smaller, less human, and I wish no one else would have to feel what I do