To some extent, many people have never lived out of the particular aspect of teenage angst whereby one feels foreign to everything and everyone.
Bodies changing, hormonal awakenings and all that…we’ve been through it, but have we come out of it?
When your mind thinks in a language and your peers’ in another, when your tongue craves tastes that others may shy away from and your ears ring with the echo of songs of the world that are unaccepted in your world…what does that make you?
In your being, foreign; by birth, foreign; who are you really?
Teens grow out of it.
Most learn to live with it
But too many die as it…
Zen Alpha Musings 