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Sometimes just being is difficult, scary.

What or who would we be without our identities?

Would we be lost,

floating amongst all the others

who hurry from one place to another,

with purpose-filled eyes?

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Or, perhaps,

there is peace, quiet, stillness

beyond the fear of displacement,

fear of non-belonging.

What is belonging anyway

and who decides whether we belong?

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We decide,

and just being

is always, enough.