Diaspora is like being stuck in one world but there’s something that pulls you back to another world, most often, this second world doesn’t really exist anymore.
You like your current world, but you also don’t feel like you belong here.
And it’s this sense of not belonging that has you feeling stuck. Because you can’t go back.
I long for the day I feel whole again as a person.
I long for the day I don’t have to put up a front of happiness, mannerisms that don’t belong to me.
I long for the day I don’t have to assimilate.
I long for the day when I’ll belong.
I long for freedom.
*the title of this post belongs to George’s Stein’s book “Nosalgia for the absolute” I highly recommend it.*