I wrote something on this:
The human condition is everything that comes with being a mortal and vulnerable, yet self-aware animal. It comes with the harvesting of nature’s bounty, of striving against the harshness of nature; it is a fear of animals and of the dark, humility towards the natural world and a respect and adherence to the weather. In opposition, it is the familiar comforting feel of “home” and a warm fire, it is the successes we have, the inventions created through necessity however small which make our lives easier, and our never-ending struggle to cure various ailments and diseases. The awareness of one’s own mortality, whether through the contemplation of a landscape or prayers to God, giving us a feeling that the world is far bigger than us, our individual insignificance and the inevitability of our death which we constantly struggle with throughout our lives. And it is also the products of that knowledge of mortality; sacrifice and genuine altruism, imagination and fantasy, and possessing values of morality and meaning that surpass our physical surroundings. Although we dream of infinity, it is the day to day passing of our lives that paint our condition the most; gathering and preparing food, obtaining clothing and belongings, and appreciating the complexity of the world around us from the forest floor to the night sky. Yes, the human condition is a group of great concepts like love, loss, triumph and disaster, glory and happiness, but it is ultimately the simplicity of raising our children or communicating with others that give us our deepest satisfaction. We enjoy the things which bind us to each other and allow us to express our selves, through song and dance and the creation of art, jewellery and decoration.
The other side of the human condition is our unique capacity for evil. Our life-struggle seems to be continually obstructed by other people or events, something which can cause us to feel emotions like anger and hatred. Our self-esteem, if wounded, causes us to seek revenge; our strife for security may cause us to inflict harm upon others for our own benefit. More sinisterly, personal failure and fear can lead us to purposefully inflict cruelty and harm upon others, most frequently to other humans (or to the anthropomorphism of intelligent animals...we would never, for example, derive satisfaction from the torture of a tree as we would an animal) to seek a kind of revenge upon consciousness itself for its lack of empathy to our own situation and intentions. We remain eternally at war with ourselves.
We are posited therefore under an infinite raging sea of conflicting forces and ideas, the clamour of human life through which we kick and scream our way, deriving pleasure from what small victories we can achieve against insurmountable odds; a species of ape which understands its own value, but does not yet know how to reconcile apishness to the importance we attach to our lives which we constantly fight to protect.