THE BEAUTY OF NOT BELONGING

By Kingsley Nwabuisi, purposeby9.wordpress.com

There’s a quiet heartbreak in realizing you don’t belong anywhere.

You spend years trying to wedge yourself into places that feel almost right.

Trying to make your edges soft enough to fit other people’s expectations.

Trying to convince yourself that a partial belonging is better than none at all.

But the truth is, pretending to belong is more lonely than simply admitting you don’t.

I used to think something was wrong with me because I never felt fully at home in any group, any role, any identity.

Too sensitive for the hardened.
Too intense for the polite.
Too restless for the content.

But lately, I’ve started to see it differently.

Not belonging is not a deficit.
It’s an opening.

It’s the freedom to invent yourself without the need for approval.
It’s the clarity to know when something feels off, even if everyone else is fine with it.

It’s the courage to build a life that makes sense to your soul, even if it confuses everyone else.

Belonging can be a comfort, yes.
But it can also be a cage.

A reason to keep your voice small and your hunger hidden.

The beauty of not belonging is that you get to decide who you are without consensus.

You get to write your own definitions.
You get to stop performing and start becoming.

And maybe, in the process, you discover that belonging isn’t a place.

It’s a state of being—one you carry inside you when you finally stop apologizing for your difference.

If you’re standing on the outside looking in, feeling like you’re made of the wrong material for this world—

Stay there.

Stay true.

You are not broken.

You are just too real to fit in places that demand you be less.

That is your gift.

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