New World

What is my place in this world?

A question I’m uncertain I’ll ever have a final answer to

“I just want to belong, somewhere, anywhere. How can I feel a sense of belonging when all I’ve known how to do since I can remember is change the tune to my song, over again, craving for somebody to know me, but never still enough to be known.”

One phase after another

“This must be it, this must be who I am, this must be where I belong”

As quickly as the sun sets and rises each and every day, so to do I, gone before you can reach me, born anew just when you think you get me

Confusing for you? It is for me too.

Some say I’m a seer, with the gift to see and perceive, and a deep fear of being persecuted for putting into words, what I see

Others say, the chaos that is me comes from my upbringing

Unstable, traumatic, sad

Perhaps psychologists would presume it’s a disorder, borderline personality

The kind ones say, I’m just free

Whatever words and labels we use, there’s no escaping my story

The one where I exist, struggle to do so, yet go on existing anyway

My desire to feel at home in my own body, keeps me going on this journey, but with every end, every beginning, the only thing that remains is the me with no fixed identity

So, I stop fighting the strong yet soft current of relation between mind and body

Let them blend as one, in harmony

Maybe, my place in this world, is to just be

Put down roots and be the boss of my complexity

I used to try to fit in, but as I grow, I return to this question again and again, “What kind of world would I like to live in?”

It inspires me to be true

I know it’s scary, but will you help create this world with me?

Will you express yourself, wholly, truly?

Embody the art that is you?

In so doing, inspire others to contribute to the grand masterpiece too

Create a new world, one of beauty and truth