Tuesday, 1 October 2013

Essay on belonging

As far as I can remember, I have been excluded. I never felt any sense of belonging. I was afraid of the crowd. So terrified that I had to place myself inside every crowd on my way in order to feel alive. I was looking for an entry point for existence - something I have never achieved.

For decades I walked along walls to be invisible. Better not to be seen, than being victim of alienation. After years of sweeping floors I am convinced I do not belong. Then I began to travel the world. It did not give me belonging, but made me accept myself.

Without the world I would have been nothing.