We all belong. We belong to something or someone.
Perhaps you don't even realize it
but your heart has landed
somewhere.
Generally, though, we are not a happy lot.
There is a nagging sense that this - whatever we have - is not "it".
C. S. Lewis' homesickness.
We long for a place that feels like home, that is home, that loves us and accepts our love.
A place we belong.
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