Being Human

What must it be like to be a human? What limitations—to not be able to fly. To never know the heights they can reach. To birth so few offspring as to be scared for each one, to need to protect it with your life. On the other hand…imagine living for many sunrises and sunsets. Mating for pleasure, not merely procreation. To devote one’s entire heart to a mate, vs. one I only heard fly up behind me, then he was gone. To stay and really know my children, instead of scions too numerous to name. What must it be like?