Belonging and Becoming

Belonging is a beautiful word. The word itself, from a phonetic, artistic, and poetic rhythmic point of view is really not that pretty. It doesn’t sound strong and impressive like “Behold!“, or romantic and soft as “Love” or “Embrace”. You can try saying “belonging” with different accents and it still doesn’t feel flowing and comfortable to the pronunciation. It feels heavy and clumsy. Nevertheless, it is beautiful in the sentiment of its combined parts, and the completeness it brings to the soul when it is achieved. (Well, that was philosophically exciting!)

‘Be’ – ‘longing’. Longing is a yearning desire. Belonging is a yearning desire to be, the desire to find a sense of identity, to be a connected part of something or someone. Belonging is the desire to participate in a close and intimate relationship outside of ourselves. Humans are wired to coexist, and to be together. It is this sense of participation that kept the human race together for so long. We fight it, we deny it, we isolate ourselves, and hide inside a cocoon of self-protection and self-preservation, where our fears and imperfections are out of sight from others and ourselves, but we can’t escape from the innate need to be part of something and someone. That cocoon allows us to avoid confrontation and judgement, and increases in us a false sense of independence. Sadly, it also keeps us away from love, friendship, and intimacy. All of these we taste at a distance without ever delighting fully in the experience. Imagine a turtle without its shell. Belonging removes that shell and exposes us as we truly are.

Although belonging is an innate need, it might not come naturally to some of us, or so we say. We often reject identifiers and in the process reject ourselves looking for a substitute for the identity we can’t comprehend… so we become. Becoming is turning into something else. Often, becoming results in adopting and adapting to something or someone we are not. In an effort to belong, we reject belonging to become, in order to belong. Does it sound confusing and contradicting? Welcome to the human experience! We engage with people and activities trying to get rid of the shell, but slaving ourselves to a deeper confinement within. We use justification and self-righteousness in the process. The path of becoming may result in an image in the mirror of someone we can’t recognize.

We are designed for closeness and intimacy. I’m not talking about indiscriminate sexual encounters used to masquerade our need for belonging, which sounds like another conversation altogether. Belonging is a sense of community that reaches far beyond the sexual realm into the mind, the soul, and the spirit in unbreakable bond. Becoming requires painful effort, and leads to constant fear that someday your attempts could be betrayed, rejected, or undermined. In belonging, we are already accepted. The shell falls naturally, relationships are cultivated and maintained, not forced or coerced. Love reigns in belonging and becoming is transforming into who you really are, not something else.

 

About the Simple Things

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You may know by now that yesterday was my 40th birthday. If you didn’t know, you now can join the other 10,000 people I told about it. It was a great quiet day. I guess that is the advantage of having a birthday on a Monday. I didn’t have  big party or crowds. I spent the morning getting ready to renew my driver’s license. That involved shaving my face and head, and getting a nice outfit. After getting my license I just went on to make phone calls and draw a little before going to my daughter’s basketball game. The night continued having dinner with my family at a restaurant. Back home we just watched a show and a basketball game with some writing and drawing in between.

Since I told so many people online about my birthday including yesterday’s post and another post a few days ago, I enjoyed the birthday wishes and comments online. I also enjoyed making some people smile and laugh with the pictures of my Superman onesie my family gave me as gift. I had fun today and it was my kind of day. I am all about the simple things. As long as my family is with me that makes it a special day. There is nothing else I would ask for.

Now I can move on to live this new phase of my life. The next two weeks are going to be very busy. Between moving, classes, presentations, parties, and writing time needs to be used wisely. We all have 24 hours a day. The wisdom is to use time wisely and make sure to have a clear sense of priorities. I mentioned before in different occasions that the relationships with the people around are more important than getting things done. One thing can be taken care of without neglecting the other. Often, the simple things in life are the most important things in life.