Writing is endlessly interesting. There are times when I just jot down a thought and later it may turn into a story or a poem. The following is just such a series of ideas that came to me about belonging. It was the very modern lust for fame or celebrity, often without substance to back it up, that filled me with sorrow at the futility of such ventures. These were the thoughts, the poem will come later.
Full fame and world wide acclamation, a modern sickness, no rewards except the sound of empty phrases echoing to some strident chords. We need to feel that we are loved, belonging is another measure, only to one person’s pleasure.
Perhaps, just perhaps we need to make sure people are valued for who they are.