To Be or Not to Be Human

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I know that violence is stamped in our genes and that if it weren’t for morality, ethics, and religion, we would kill for far less than a piece of bread. How civilized are we and how far does this civility go? Violence is instinct.

But being human is going against your instincts, isn’t it?

We isolated ourselves from everything that threatened us, except the planet itself; we formed colonies of stone and we know how to kill — and we are specialists at it; for this simple sack of carbon and flesh has weapons, fire, gunpowder, and dynamite.

One day, walking through downtown, I saw an aquarium full of different fish — various species, sizes, colors, and shapes — and even sharing a tiny space, they didn’t fight and didn’t try to kill each other incessantly. Yet we human beings, who have the entire Earth to share, live with hunger, cold, wars, drugs, and death. Did you know that the great white shark kills and feeds on other sharks?

Even so, evolution/Enlil/God/Allah/cosmic force took it upon itself to shape them so as not to kill each other, to preserve the species. Since we multiply faster than rabbits on Viagra, it’s possible that the genes for calm and deliberation were not installed in our brains for our own defense.

We are at the top of the food chain; we are our only predator.

And what is nature’s problem?

Even having a wonderful and rich environment for our home, why is it that among all living beings, the rational one didn’t adapt to the environment? And what about the theory of the fittest? Darwin, stop worrying! I read that Australopithecines walked first and thought later. We haven’t evolved much in my opinion; we still think last.

Besides rejecting the earth and plants, we created our own jungle of cement and metal, fitting for our ways, and with everything that derives from humans: artificial. But wait a moment, it’s a great selfishness. Not content, we decided to destroy the previous environment — no backups, no restoration, no mercy.

And the Homo sapiens sapiens humans continue their climb in search of the future, their long-dreamed progress. They pollute, kill, destroy, and use air fresheners to give that pleasant smell in the bathroom while.

Homo sapiens is good at one thing, and that thing is killing other things. We’re so good at it that we’ve made several other species cease to exist, without even trying. We’re badasses, the playground bullies. Everyone fears us, no one likes us.

May it be eternal while it lasts — UGA BUGA, I, a human being.

If only I had been born barking.

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Laura Esteves

Laura Esteves

Laura Esteves builds worlds with words, and dismantles the ones that already exist. She writes about what hurts, what transforms and what refuses to be forgotten. She writes about love, identity and the systems that insist on defining us.

She believes literature is the only place where truth doesn't need permission. Her texts are born from the certainty that every story told with courage is an act of freedom; for whoever writes and whoever reads.