Stories
There are these stories of a nice, known hometown. You know your best friends since childhood, you grow a bit older, some stay in town, others wander the world, others accompany you to college. You have a blast outside of the safe realm your parents built for you. You fall in love, break some hearts and get your heart broken. Have once or twice a drink too much, a fist fight your way or the other, try the boundaries of your moral senses. Then you come back, you get the job at the local company, the childhood sweetheart is still there.
And then there are the stories of wanderers since childhood. Born in distant countries, parents from different backgrounds. Youth is tough, you try to fit into school, into life, into society. But nothing feels right. Identity quest is a constant inner and outer struggle. Everything you do seems hard, seems challenging. But you do it anyways. You move forward. Families moves constantly, you belong to nowhere and you make sense that you only have to belong to yourself in this world. The short instants where life seemed stable you might have met a person to stay with, but life passes, you move on and looking back the girl next door is far gone and so are you.
Whichever path you may be on, be sure we cannot tell what the best life is and if anything we do has sense in itself or only the sense that we make of it. Nobody can tell you that. The only chance we have is by telling our stories, by living them to find persons that eventually accompany us in this path called life.
One thing is for sure, we are “all in” here. We will not make it out alive. So why not aim high, do relevant and seek the meaningful.