This Is

This is the world falling apart and coming back together, and every morning I'm somewhere different. 

This is wanderlust.

This is infatuation. 

This is less than perfect but more than wonderful. 

This is the language and this is the ignorance.

This is an unfamiliar melody. 

This is a trembling epiphany. 

This is everything. 

Every person never met, every language never heard, every view not witnessed. 

This is to be willing. 

This is to be human.

This is the world and if I achieve nothing else in my numbered years,at least I let it change me.