Where Do I Belong?

A heavy disservice to my soul, deeply longing to return to stage where my spirit soars, interrupted by the labors of life and struggle for independence, feeling far from the path my heart was meant to follow. Working three jobs with nothing to show for it, especially not any form of financial stability, is something I struggle to grasp on a daily basis and I often feel like a traveler lost in a land not my own.

My own paradox binds me – my yearning to stand upon the stage, to let my soul sing – save for just reward. With no coin offered, with no call extended, I remain, passing the days in labor that bear little joy, seeking any gain I can while the true work of my heart lies silent. Like all others, I too bear the burdens of life – bills to be paid, needs to be met and I see no folly in seeking fair reward for my talents offered. For what is labor, even of the heart, if it does not grant the means to truly live and offer space to breathe and the heart to grow, to rejoice in one’s days with fair payment and to live with honor.
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I’ve been fortunate to travel to new places, distant lands for which I’ve only read about, encountered countless faces, formed friendships that have left a lasting mark – some I may never see again unless my path leads me back. Those moments I hold dear, deeply treasured. Still, a small flame endures within, a persistent yearning – a hope that another journey comes that I may continue to fulfill my life’s passion.