Human Being is a rather gratifying word by which we refer to ourselves.
In reality, we are really more of Human Becomings...

The difference is in the beingness...

Do you have dreams?
Do you want to achieve things in your life?
Do you want to do something in your life?
Do you desire something?

Most probably yes.

Now, what happens when you finally realise your dream? If your dream was to climb a hill, what happens when you eventually climb that hill? What do you do? Most likely, your dream evolves. You’ll now want to climb a mountain!
Ok, so now what happens when you climb that mountain?
The dream evolves again. You’ll now dream of climbing yet another mountain – a higher one this time around.
And this goes on and on…

This is just a simple example. Now, apply this to whatever you dream of in your life?
Wanna be rich, for instance? How rich? How much money?
Now, what happens when you eventually have that amount of money? Then what?
Ah… cool! Then you’ll most probably do the things that you’ve always wanted to do.

And this is precisely why I say we are more of Becomings rather than Beings. We live a life where we want to become this or that.
We want to become successful. We want to become something…
And when we finally are that something that we wanted to become, then there’s suddenly a void.
Remember the days when you had to study hard for your final exams. And while studying you kept on saying to yourself, ah…. when my exams is over I’m gonna do this, do that… Ah… if only I had some free time.
And guess what? When your exams are eventually over, what happens? What happens when you finally have the free time that you wanted?
The void...

We are always looking for something. The grass is always greener on the other side…

Are we satisfied by simply Being something?
Or do we prefer to engulf ourselves in a life where we are Becoming something?

I’ll quote something from the book, The Alchemist, by Paulo Coelho. A crystal merchant is speaking of his dream – going to the Mecca. And he decided not to go. He explains why:

Because it’s the thought of Mecca that keeps me alive. That’s what helps me face these days that are all the same, these mute crystals on the shelves, and lunch and dinner at the same horrible cafe. I’m afraid that if my dream is realised, I’ll have no reason to go on living.