Humans, what are we?

Aren’t we all a mixture of characteristics?
I am me
But what am I?
Finding a definition is impossible
We’re more like a process
We can characterise us somehow
We can find reasons to be proud of ourselves
Love us in some ways
We’re perfectly imperfect
It’s a present to be the ones, who we are
We can influence what we are and what we want to be
We’re our own creators
No matter whether we cannot find a definition for us
We know we’re special the way we’re, because no one is like me and no one is like you


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