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Where do we belong?

In all our dreams, all our travels, all the people we meet, all our days, all our lives do we ever find out where we belong? Will we ever?


Keshi said…
do we HAVE to belong to a place?

Jeevan said…
I just saw the change of the header, nice pic. I wanted to be sure, I live, and we live, where ever we belong :)
Pauline said…
We are exactly were we are and then that is were we belong. It is our people, places, friends that enrich our lives. Nice photo are you asking the question because the growth seems misplaced? Perhaps it is telling us something about adapting to change, flourishing, taking root, being strong, growing where we are planted... Best wishes for being!
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for, its during the rainy seasons
when we sit admiring
the cool breeze and wandering droplets
we realize we are admiring the beauty of loneliness
from afar, of you and me