Being human

Stars,
within their cosmic paths,
do not decree any destiny.
Man is sole proprietor of his fate.
With bare hands,
a bit of courage to face the fading of time,
the waning of the body,
the falling, or graying, of hair,
he chooses what is to come.
Man is free to become or not.
This liberty,
this making,
almost palpable and tactile,
is to be human.