Harry once felt the same way. It was when she was still struggling with her sexuality. My mum sat her down in our sitting room and talked to her, and I was in my room, but I had my door open and listened to what she had to say. I got in trouble for eavesdropping, but I’m glad I heard what she had to say because it stuck with me my whole life.
Planet earth is a giant rock about 7,900 miles in diameter, pole-to-pole - 7,900 miles in an infinitely-expanding universe. There are about 7 billion people here, and all 7 billion of those people, regardless where they do or don’t end up, are born without knowing where it is they’ll go. Some know at the start of their search; other people figure it out on the way; others improvise their whole life. And somewhere in that 7,900 miles, in all the cultures and cities and systems the other 7 billion people have created, there’s a spot for you. You might have to worm your way in, spread out your arms, and make it yourself - no one else is going to make it for you - but there’s a place for you somewhere in this world; career-wise, personality-wise, location-wise, however you look at it. You just need to find and make it, or sometimes, it will find you. And if you find yourself doubting that place or your purpose, remember the universe and how big it is, and how much of a miracle it is that you’re even here.
I can assure you that you have to clear out a spot for yourself - build your own home, put together your own family. Create a job just for yourself. The only way to belong somewhere is to make somewhere for you to belong. You’ll be happier that way, too, I figure - only around the people you care most about, in a place that pleases you in every way possible. Make yourself a place. Don’t wait around to find one.
