The essential dilemma of my life is between my deep desire to belong and my suspicion of belonging.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I feel connected to that idea of wanting to belong to something, to have a sense of purpose as a man on the planet.
The feeling of not belonging, of not being entirely worthy, of being sometimes hostage to your own sensibilities. Those things speak to me very personally.
Therefore keep in the midst of life. Do not isolate yourself. Be among men and things, and among troubles, and difficulties, and obstacles.
You cannot belong to anyone else, until you belong to yourself.
I can't help but trip out about how similar my life is to 'Room.' It's me wanting to stay in my own little bubble and remain anonymous and invisible and at the same time needing to step up to this hand that I've been given.
I don't really feel like I belong anywhere, which makes me belong everywhere.
My desire to be valued is manifested in cultivating relationships with my friends and family.
Throughout my life, I have grappled with my own identity, who I am. As a young child, I often felt ambivalent about myself, in fact, confused.
The whole conviction of my life now rests upon the belief that loneliness, far from being a rare and curious phenomenon, peculiar to myself and to a few other solitary men, is the central and inevitable fact of human existence.
I had never had a deep sense of belonging anywhere. I always felt I was an outsider.