To Those Who Never Felt at Home

All my life, I carried this quiet ache. A feeling I could never explain. Like I didn’t belong here. Like no place, no one, no moment could truly feel like home. I watched others seem so at ease in this world: building lives, finding their places, belonging somewhere. But me? I always felt… out of place. Like a visitor walking through someone else’s story. Like a stranger in my own skin. At night I would look up at the stars and feel my chest tighten, not with fear, but with longing.

A homesickness I couldn’t name. Because something deep inside me knew: Home wasn’t here. Not entirely. It wasn’t until much later that I understood. The whispers, the visions, the dreams: they were memories. Reminders. Proof that my origin was not of this world, but of the stars. Of the light. Of the infinite.

Now I know: I am not broken. I am not lost. I simply came here from elsewhere, to remember, to awaken, to help light the way back for others. To anyone reading this who feels the same: You are not alone. You were never meant to fit into this world. You were meant to help transform it.

You belong to the stars and they are always waiting for you to remember.