Anyone out there feel like an exile?

[phantasm]

Anyone out there feel like an exile?
My heart has always been restless
I've been wandering for so long...

Would I recognize a home if I saw it?
If there was a perfect city out there designed just for me,
The buildings built to perfection, stocked with people I'd love,
Would I move there, would I make a new life there?

At this point in my life, I'm not sure how I'd build a new life.
I long to be free, but I also long to meet people like me.

Paradox roils the human heart
Our longings are multiple and contradictory:
We want to own stuff, we want to wander the Earth;
We want to be extremely wealthy, but after a certain point wealth becomes bondage;
We want to go places, but we feel stuck in our lives.

And through it all the feelings of exile remain.
Do we belong anywhere? Do we want to belong anywhere?
Can we have real conversations with real people? Without flaming out in a screaming match?

What does it mean to have a home and a family? Do we even know what those words mean anymore?

[anirbas]

I have always dreamed of creating an artists salon/commune.
A place authors, poets and painters; composers and musicians;
dancers and singers; even philosophers, could people and populate.
Coming and going at whim and will. Or staying as long as they liked or dared.
There would be no exiles in this large, rambling domicile. Unless one wished
to be alone for a while to express, emote, paint or compose a masterpiece.
Piquant, poignant conversations we shall have those long into the the night.
All disagreements will be settled with a water balloon fight. Or two. Or three.

[anirbas]

However, I have always felt like an exile. In, not of, this world. And the first time I didn't feel that way, I was logged into Bnet U, hanging out with others of a like mind, poets and writers. There aren't many folks like us, Phantasm. There never was. Ours is a small, select herd. I like to say.

[artolmaeus]

Oh God! Yes! I feel this still.

[darkness0within]

We are what we are. We are together, but also apart.

Thinking we know someone... A loved one, a friend is only in part most times. The outward facing persona is what we mostly see while the depths of a persons being is obscured to us.

A home is just a place we feel safe.  Material wealth does not give you happiness really, though it gives a feeling of security for some. 

Fine words Phantasm. As you can tell I thought it was very thought provoking.

[phantasm]

Thank you, darkness. I appreciate you resurrecting this thread.