on belonging
Exactly why the human soul has a need to belong is quite inexplicable. They say no man is an island, but where does permanence figure in the need for psychological and emotional habitation? Does it make sense at all?
Belonging, it’s so hard to find it. There are natural misgivings and barriers for each imaginable grouping that one could possibly conjure. From the traditional categories of age, gender, race, religion, and nationality, to the more relative compartmentalizations of lifestyle, personal interest, income range, political persuasion, social status, and general disposition — it seems that one can’t possibly find the best match that could span across every situation.
Where one would typically find a logical sense of belonging is the particular place we’d call home. But where is home? If it’s been disfigured to the point that no consolation offered can make up for it, adjusting seems like such an unattainable feat.
A proverb goes: ‘home is where the heart is’, suggesting the thought that we belong to whatever is the object of our affection. If that’s the case, then home should be everywhere and everything we delight in — people, places, or things. It could be a setting, a feeling, or a memory even.
Whatever the case, I believe I know the bounds of what home is for me, of where and how I belong. Where I could be my own grouchy self, squawk around all day, and make the grandest memories of a lifetime.
it’s been a while since i last visited this website. so much work to do. but i can relate to what you have written. at least i know there are others too who are pondering on the same issues i have
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