The Sense(lessness) of Belonging(s)

Sense of belonging - it is the nth sense. Something akin to umami. It lends the unfathomable flavor to life.  However heartfelt the feeling may be, it is still intangible. It doesn't come from where you are born. It doesn't come from where you live. It comes from where you feel your worth. It is where you feel  liberated to seek your true worth. That is where you belong; the sense of belonging belongs  there. And that is, anywhere and, everywhere!

Belongings  - senseless! Like the dowry people fight over. The manic maniacs who are obsessed with the greed to possess the riches! The possessed! Whose belongings are those anyway? Theirs? Nope!  It is, in fact, much ado about "nothing". In the struggle to usurp anon's belongings, it is easy to crush another's sense of belonging.  The longing to belong starts thence. The self takes a drubbing. Therein lies the rub...rubbing salt into the wound. This hitherto unknown sense becomes conspicuous by its absence!

Remember, you never belonged there, in the first place! So long to belong but never for the belongings! ;)