I have never strived to be different. I simply am. At the root is this pervasive feeling of uncanny. Despite always being told I belonged. To this place. To that person. To God. To nation. To everyone else's idealogy. This never brought me comfort. I'm uneasy. I'm unstill. Because belonging, to me, has always meant I'd stopped, that there was no reason to look further, to dive deeper, to push harder. And maybe I'm just a little offbeat, maybe I'm a little odd, because almost everyone I know is striving to find that place of belonging. That structure, that shelter of care. But I'd rather stand in the rain. I'd rather soar than belong. I've always been this way. And for the first time, my soul finally feels like it's finding a home. And it is entirely within myself. And it is the only thing that belongs to me.