Until, I moved to Chiang Mai, and started living with my kinfolk, I used to think I am insane. I used to think that I was an alien. That no one on this planet was like me, and that I was going to go crazy before the end of my life, if I ever got there. I believed I was an alien that was planted here, for some weird experiment. I didn’t understand the point of me, my existence, my life.
I lived, because I had to live. My parents wanted me to live, my friends wanted me to live, and this world wanted me to live. In fact, I kept on believing that there was some reason for my existence. I had to believe that, because if I didn’t, I would have really gone insane, or I would have killed myself a long time ago.
I am not saying, I am special in anyway. There are many people on this planet who feel exactly the same way. They feel out of place, and therefore, they think that they don’t belong. They might be born in Texas, but might believe in the pro-life denominations. Or they might be born in Israel, and have Moslem tendencies. These are just random examples, but you know what I mean.
The Need To Belong Will Consume You
These people generally behave like fish out of water. They are in the certain place, they are born there, they live there, but they never ever gain a sense of belonging.
That belonging, that need to belong somewhere, is so pervasive among us. We need it. We want it. We crave it.
Now, if you have had that belonging sense at all in your lifetime, then you don’t need it as badly. But for people like me, who have never really had it, you feel like you will die without it. You want it so badly sometimes that you can’t breathe without it.
Now, most people who are born out of place, think that it’s them that are the wrong ones. They are the mutations, the defective human. They are told over and over again to just fit in.
“Why can’t you just fit in? Why can’t you just try harder? Why can’t you just pretend??” Have you heard these things before? I have, and it’s painful.
If A Flower Doesn’t Bloom, You Change The Environment, Not The Flower
I read a quote recently that really put this into perspective for me. It showed to me, the flaw in most people’s thinking.
“When a flower doesn’t bloom you fix the environment in which it grows, not the flower.” – Alexander den Heijer.
For some reason, when we look at flowers, or animals, or fishes, we understand the importance of environments. But when we look at humans, for some reason, we are all supposed to be fine in the same environment as everyone else, and that’s all. There is no argument about it. It seems more like a dictatorship rather than a democracy.
When a human isn’t doing well in their environment, either they are not fitting in, or they are feeling out of place, the first thing they should look at it, is their environment. Not at themselves.
I really wish I had gotten this lesson a long time ago. When I felt out of place in the countries I lived in, I thought it was me. It must be me, it had to be me, it can’t be anything else.
But now, I realize that it wasn’t me. It wasn’t that the environments were bad in anyway. That’s not it. It’s just that they were not suited to me.
Chiang Mai (CM) Changed My Perspective On Environments Completely
The only reason I realized the distinction was because I moved to my soul city – the city that was jibes so well with my spirit, that it makes me whole. I didn’t know such a thing existed.
It’s like eating something that’s terrible for you – you feel a little off all the time, but you think that’s just normal, so you just keep on going. You don’t know that it’s possible for me to feel better, so you just keep on going on the same path, with no changes.
The same thing happened to me with this living in the wrong city for me. The wrong environment. I lived in all of these other places because my parents moved there, but also because I didn’t know any better. I didn’t know there was something better out there for me. I didn’t know that. I had no idea.
If I had known, I would have bought a one-way ticket to paradise (for me) a long time ago.
As soon as I moved to CM, I realized something was different. That low-level feeling of things being off was completely gone. I felt whole and complete again as I was, without any changes. I felt weirdly good about myself, without doing anything major.
What the hell was going on?
At First, I Mistrusted The Whole Thing
Because I have lived with that sense of feeling out of place for so long, at first, CM seemed weird to me. I knew there must be something wrong with this scenario. It can’t be as perfect as I imagined it to be. And of course, CM has flaws. It isn’t perfect by any means. But it is perfect for me.
My spirit is in sync with this city and it makes me sing. All the time. Literally and metaphorically. Life is good here. I love it here. I am so happy. I want to dance all the time.
Love is my first name. I love everyone. I hug everyone. Dancing through the empty streets, I prance over to my apartment joyous every day. It’s a little sick how happy I am here.
But as I said, at first, I was mistrustful. I didn’t know what was going on and I didn’t think it could be anything good. How could this feel so right? This doesn’t make any sense. I must be losing my mind.
So I thought I would go back to Toronto and everything would be alright.
Back To Toronto And Instantly I Felt Like I Was Missing Something
Now, how do I explain to you the difference between Toronto and Chiang Mai? There is really no way for me to explain it. I can’t explain it. I tried to explain it to my parents, and I floundered for words. I really couldn’t say why, I loved Chiang Mai so much more than Toronto…
This is what I ended up saying to them. “I feel happier in Chiang Mai. I am not happy here. Something’s off about Toronto, but I don’t know what. All I know is that I need to go back to Chiang Mai, to keep on doing what I was doing there, because that’s my path.”
They looked at me mystified. I understand completely, I thought. I am mystified myself. What is this going on here? What am I doing here? My parents, my poor hard-working parents, worked like dogs to move us to Canada, one of the best countries in the world, and I am moving back to the same developing world that they worked so hard to get us out of??
I felt like a fool. No one else seemed to understand, except of course, the people who lived in Chiang Mai.
If You Love Chiang Mai Like I Do, You Get It
When I tried explaining this whole thing to the people, the friends, who lived in CM already, they got it, instantly. I didn’t need to explain myself to them. They understood, completely, absolutely, without words. They nodded with me, as I spoke, and I felt so understood.
I wanted to cry.
But that’s how it is.
In the land of the insane, everyone seems sane. But to an outsider, we all seem insane.
I asked my friends in CM, if they had a hard time explaining this life to their families back home, and they said resoundingly, Yes, a hundred times, yes.
That made me feel a little bit better.
You Are Not Insane, Neither Am I (Or Maybe We Are, But That Works For Us)
But then I decided to write this post, because for the longest time, I believed I was insane. I know now that I am insane, but in a way that says, I’m different from the rest. I need a different environment to bloom. I’m not a dandelion, but an orchid.
[bctt tweet=”Dandelions can grow anywhere, they are very hardy, and they bloom at the drop of a hat.” username=”BoomShikha”]
But orchids, man, oh man, they are so freaking fragile. They need a lot of care and special attention to bloom. But once they do bloom, they are so beautiful.
I knew once I moved to Chiang Mai, that I was a damn orchid. I needed a lot of damn special attention to bloom, but once I bloomed, oh man, my life right now is just perfection. Just absolute perfection. Just gorgeous perfection.
Magic, magic, and more magic everywhere. Synchronicities, all the time.
But that wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t been brave enough to realize that I need to change my environment.
That’s why this post is important. Perhaps, you are one of those people who thinks they are absolutely out of place. They feel weird, and awkward, and misread.
Maybe, the only thin you need to do is change your environment to bloom like an orchid would? Maybe?
What Are You Doing To Distract Yourself From Your Environment Right Now?
I spent so much time in my past shopping, sleeping, eating, sexing, yogaing, dancing, drinking, drugging, in order to get over myself. I wanted to kill that part of me that felt out of place in those places. That part of me that was causing me to be out of place.
Why couldn’t I just belong? Why couldn’t I just feel like I was in the right place??? What the hell is wrong with me?
I used to ask these question of myself all the time. I mean, all the time. The urge to belong was so ingrained in me. I really wanted it badly.
But I couldn’t do it.
I used to think to myself, maybe I am just being stubborn. Maybe I am just being foolish. I’m sure, if I tried harder. If I worked more at it? Maybe if I pushed myself a bit harder? It would all work out, right??
No, it wouldn’t.
You can’t squeeze a square peg into a round block no matter how much you squeeze out the edges. Seriously, it is a losing battle, and you cannot do it. You just can’t. So don’t even bother.
Find Your Environment Right Now!
It is crucial, absolutely crucial, more than finishing all the seasons of Game of Thrones, that you find the environment correct for you. Right for you. Made for you. Tailored for you.
Now, you must be thinking, it’s not that important, is it? I mean, it will happen when it happens, if it’s meant to happen. Perhaps, it will. But, you need to put your back into it, because if you don’t, you will end up at 34, like me, having lived in the wrong environment all of your life, and clueless about how to change it.
Find it now. Now, now. Now.
That’s all I can say on the subject matter. Yes, you could do it later, but if you just knew how much blossoming awaits you if you do make the move right now, you wouldn’t dilly dally one more minute. You would change your circumstances, right now, without another thought.
You would go look for your soul city right now. Because that’s how important it is. It is crucial. Crucial. Absolutely crucial.
Final Words On Belonging And Feeling Out Of Place
I do want to say one more thing on belonging. I am not saying that I completely belong in CM. I’m still quirky and weird and convoluted. But CMers get it. They know that about me and they let me do my own thing.
That’s why I feel like I belong here. Because they don’t try to change me. They don’t tell me how I should be. Or what I should do. They are letting me be.
That’s the thing about belonging. I felt out of place because people told me to be more like them and I couldn’t. I feel a sense of belonging now because I am still weird, but everyone around me is alright with that. They don’t give a rat’s ass. They are letting me do my own thing, as I do the same for them.
[bctt tweet=”Belonging might mean something different to you. I don’t know.” username=”BoomShikha”]
But I do know that for me belonging has a lot to do with live and let live.
Unique Are We
There are moments even here that I feel out of place, but that’s alright. That reminds me of the uniqueness of all of us. We are all so different and unique and cool in our own way. We will never be able to fit in completely with each other. It’s not possible. But a little bit of belonging is all, all of us really want.
Once you get that, you will never ever want to go back again to feeling out of place. That’s how powerful that feeling is.
Finally, this is all again my opinion, but if you already feel good enough being where you are, stick with that, but perhaps, find a community online that will make you feel a little sense of belonging, so that you can negate the sense of being out of place in the real world.