What is a community? If someone posed that question to you, what would be your answer? I don’t know about you but community means a whole lot of different things for me but for some strange reason I’ve never felt that I was part of a community. Community means a place where you feel welcomed and you feel a sense of belongingness. Community represents home. It’s not a place but a representation of it. I don’t know if that’s making sense. The community isn’t about perfect people coming together. Community represents the imperfect group of people who come together to love and support each other in all kinds of situations. Someone once told me that community is where or who you can be real with and still feel loved. I have friends and family but for some reason, I don’t have a community. I have read stories and heard about tales of community and I get green because I want that. I don’t know how they got there and I have a ton of family drama that isn’t easy to talk about and I know that holds me back in one way or the other. I know most of my friends think I am not that great a friend. I accept my flaws. I don’t think it’s normal to perpetually feel as if you’re outside looking in. But it’s a feeling that is constantly with me. There’s a need in all of us to feel welcomed. We need to feel like we belong. I know we all know one person who seems to fit in everywhere. I mean it doesn’t matter where that place is, these people instantly fit in. They belong there and I just want to ask them one question. How come?

P. S: I wrote this piece at a very dark point in my life last year and I am posting it now. I have not read through before posting because I may be discouraged to share.

Is it me? Am I doing something wrong? These are the questions going through my mind as I get ready to post this.