Out of place

Sometimes the world feels inhospitable. You feel all the ways that you and it don’t fit. You see what’s missing, how it all could be different. You feel as if you weren’t meant for the world, or the world wasn’t meant for you. As if the world is “the way it is” and your discomfort with it a problem. So you get timid. You get quiet about what you see. But what if this? What if you are meant to feel the world is inhospitable, unfriendly, off-track in just the particular ways that you do? The world has a you-shaped hole in it. It is missing what you see. It lacks what you know. And so you were called into being. To see the gap, to feel the pain of it, and to fill it. Filling it is speaking what is missing. Filling it is stepping into the center of the crowd, into a clearing, and saying, here, my friends, is the future. Filling it is being what is missing, becoming it. You don’t have to do it all, but you do have to speak it. You have to tell your slice of the truth. You do have to walk toward it with your choices, with your own being.