I was having a quite coffee thinking about how well I fit into my neighbourhood. Every time I arrive at the café I’m greeted by the staff and they all enquire as to how my day has been. I feel really happy being acknowledged as part of the “gang”.
Some places you go to, just because you’re a stranger, you find yourself practically an outcast. I reckon that a great deal of unhappiness and displeasure can be avoided if you feel you are where you belong.
As you get older finding out where you belong can be a real issue. I often think how very strange it is that I found way into life itself in the first place. Maybe it’s a mistake and I don’t really belong here. Maybe I’m a sleeper alien. Maybe I shouldn’t waste time wondering if I belong or fit in. I haven’t got that much time left.
My mind’s eye is caught by the real-time apparent harmony and discord of my bike. I realize that perhaps I’m ignoring a most important consideration: life’s not about fitting in it’s about standing out and I’m in the best part of my life and that’s where I belong.