as I sit here in my little room
with four grey walls
I ask myself the question
every high school graduate asks themselves:
where do I belong?
the question I often ask myself
when I feel out of place
is it between these walls I call home
these walls that house the people I know to love most
would it be in the sidewalks of this familiar place I have grown to be fond off
or the graffiti on the wall that hold stories of people from different walks of life
who have left pieces of themselves around the world to start fresh
just to find out that belonging might not even be a place but maybe a feeling
which brings me back to the question: where do I belong? as in where do I really belong?
you see in these streets of Toronto
that hold a soft breeze
and a smell of fresh coffee
is where I feel like I belong
but what makes me really belong here?
perhaps it’s the way all the tall buildings cast shadows over the civilians
perhaps it’s all the lights that make it seem like the city never sleeps
or maybe I only feel like I belong because it’s in my comfort zone
so do I really belong?
or am I just afraid of thinking I do?
and finding out that I actually don’t
leaving me to start from scratch, feeling clueless, and nothing short of a waste of space
but in that I guess I get to find out who I really am
you see they say it’s all about perspective
maybe that’s the reason why I do not know who I am or where I am going
maybe my perspective of thinking that where I live has to be equivalent to where I belong is
wrong
possibly like those from different places
you must understand that belonging isn't always a physical location, but rather an emotion.
a once-in-a-lifetime type of feeling; like the love that leaves you feeling secured
or the feeling that lets you know you belong gets ignited from the place we’ve grown from
perhaps it is all related intertwined like an old tale
and everyone has a different journey to find it
perhaps my journey is hidden between these buildings that are as tall as giants in fairy tales
between each person who is a different art piece with a different meaning
maybe if I step out and look at this place I call home
this place filled with people with life
this place that has molded me into who I am
and look at it in pieces instead of a whole
I will realize that a piece of me belongs here but it is not what makes me belong
the thought that we had to belong at our homes
just because it was always there for you does not mean that’s where you belong
choose to belong where you feel most like you
the feeling of belonging; like home is not a place
but a sense of ease
that is what belonging is
No matter if it’s with your person or tall buildings
or in these graffitied walls
find where you belong
going back to my main question: where do I belong?
I guess that depends on the heart and where I feel like home or most like me
because I feel like that right now in these crowded streets of Toronto
but who knows where else I belong or what my future holds for me
I guess the best advice would be following your gut and going where it takes you
because who knows you may belong in places you never thought of
and places you never imagined
places that didn’t align
you never know what the future holds
So don’t follow a plan when you don’t know the unexpected
find belonging in places that you never thought you would
because that seems to be the best place with the best versions of yourself
So where do I belong?
more like where does my heart choose to belong
in that case my heart chooses to belong in the unexpected
