But you don’t look like you belong here. “ Many years later, after having been told I will always be an outcast in many different ways and languages. Only one thing seemed to always be stuck in my head, where is home? It became an abstract concept that I no longer had hope in identifying, while everyone around me seemed to be stable about what home is to them, is it family? Is it where you were born? Where you were raised? Where you know most people? All these questions bottled up my head and the powers of overthinking repelled one small thought to one big mess I found myself in. After years of denial I came to the peak of courage to confront these questions and figure out the answers for myself, and what I found out truly shocked me, I didn’t find answers but I found truth, and truth is never easy to digest.
We were raised in a whole different world than our parents, but they can’t comprehend the knowledge we have and therefore we are blamed for thinking on our own. They pressure us into becoming like them when in reality that’s impossible. And if we dare try to break through the mainstreams they lived on we are considered villains and outcasts that the “internet “has created. When in reality you gave us a great education, how come we are not allowed to use it? Being from a country and being raised is one another is a whole different loop that complicates the situation a lot more, as a kid you don’t understand politics or jobs, you think about where am I? Who are these people? My education and wide span of knowledge allows me to understand you, but do you understand me? “So here you are too foreign for home Too foreign for here never enough for both”