Belonging is not social acceptance. It’s not fitting into a group or receiving praise. It’s a return to your origin — to the divine pulse that never left you, though you spent a lifetime chasing messages from strangers. You check your inbox again. Maybe someone replied. But what are you really waiting for? Recognition? Validation for the version of yourself you wish you were? Ask yourself: Are you that person? Are you the one who waits for an email to give you external approval — for something that was never meant to be validated by others, but only by you?
“You are not your labor. You were never meant to be.”
“Even the prophet must pause for human pain.”
“Connection is not isolation disguised as piety.”
True belonging is not granted. It is remembered. When you return to yourself, when you rest from trying, when you stop confusing recognition with existence — you will hear the root within you, whispering: “I never left.” And yes — people still matter. Teeth still hurt. The body still aches. But you no longer need the world to tell you who you are.
Yes. Belonging begins with noticing. Belief may follow — or not.
No. It’s an echo of our divine origin — “It is not good for man to be alone.”
Because you were taught to. But you can unlearn it.
Perhaps, to rest. To be. To remember that you are His.