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I come from a star that fell by mistake.

You don't have to belong... to blossom.

By ManalPublished about a year ago • 2 min read

I come from a star that fell by mistake. I came here unannounced, like a thought escaping a notebook of imagination, or the shadow of a dream that decided to embody itself in the body of a woman who is better at contemplation than conversation. In my eyes, there is a map of a galaxy unlike Earth, and in my heart, a moon extinguished by human noise. I was searching for meaning, to be "me" amidst this clamor, and I discovered that identity is not what we are given, but what we create despite everything.

Psychology suggests that a person needs to belong, but what if you were born into a world where you don't feel at home? What if your feelings are too complex to be understood, and your thoughts too deep to be spoken? Is this a defect… or a feature? They said about me that I overthink, as if thinking is a sin, as if the mental dissection of wounds is a weakness. But I didn't want to be a surface they polish; I wanted to be a mirror reflecting ugliness and beauty, truth and possibility.

Within me, there is a musical piece that no one understands, lines of notes written in the form of scars. I am the person who traverses life as if it were a philosophical book, understanding every feeling from two angles: pain and meaning. I realized that alienation is not always spatial, but may be in the midst of the people you love. The real alienation… is not finding someone to tell you: "I understand you" without having to explain yourself.

Philosophy says existence is futile, but poetry replies, "As long as longing remains within us, existence is poetry." And I believe that within every being fallen from their star lies the seed of a poet who was only allowed to weep in silence. I am the one who came from a star that fell by mistake, but I created meaning from my mistake, a universe from my solitude, and a philosophy of life from my fear.

Have you ever felt like a stranger in a place that's supposed to be your home?

And if you did... did you give up? Or did you create a world out of your alienation?

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Manal

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    Written by Manal