I Might Yet Belong

I want to belong.

I don’t know how to do it.

I keep seeking to be the stranger in the room.

Right now, I’m in a corner of the airport looking out at the planes landing on puddles. I’m about to join a flight, too.

There will be failures on board; and hope; and longing; and worries; and pain. In a matter of moments, we’ll all be heading the same direction, but for some two hundred different reasons.

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It’s inconvenient to love, but hate pollutes the heart.
It’s inconvenient to give, but hoarding is cumbersome.
It’s inconvenient to forgive, but bitterness is toxic.
It’s inconvenient to hope, but despair is blinding.
It’s inconvenient to help, but selfishness is lonely.

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Privileged to suffer

Those who’ve wrestled with doubt and despair; defeat and self-destruction; these are the ones who will turn the world on its head. These are the ones who’ve been privileged, through suffering, to recognize the features of a limitless landscape.

Perhaps world-changers and revolutionaries are simply those who’ve spent enough time with their longings that they can’t sit idly with them anymore. Anyone with a relentless hope in their heart is poised to change the world for good.

The dysfunctional nature of our world can be easily measured, if its metrics are based on the intensity with which we long to be true. And I only know of one cure for the longing:

Being true to who you are.