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Just because people accept you, does it mean that you belong? Or that you are supposed to be doing what you're doing now? I wait tables, but I don't feel I'm supposed to. I live in the U.S., but I don't feel like it's where I belong. But, I feel I belong with the people I call my friends. But how can that be? How can I belong with my friends, but not belong here, or do they not belong here either? But if that's so, then why are any of us here at all? And why does one end up where they do not belong? And this sense of belonging; is it just something created in the mind, or does the feeling of belonging stem from something else? And how does one choose which thing to belong to? To belong to a person, or group of people, or to belong to the place in which one resides? I live at home, and if I move out, it will always be home, and home is where one belongs, but I do not feel that way. I do not belong at home, or at least, to this home, and yet, it will always remain to be home. Can one belong to different places, or different peoples? My dog belongs to me, but he also belongs to my brother and my parents. But I do not belong to my dog. My clothes belong to me, and me alone, but I do not belong to my clothes. Yet, a husband belongs to his wife, and the wife belongs to her husband. I do not know where I belong, all I know is that I do not belong here. But I belong with my friends. I am tired of longing for things. I want to belong, not be longing. Also, I want to be longed for. But, just because I am being longed for, does that mean that I should long as well?