The Life of a Third Culture Kid.
As summarised by NGV.
I am the rise of cosmopolitan ways. Of the distinct movements of institutions and business organisations. I am neither one nor the other culture. Instead, stuck between various ways of thinking. I am always at war with one way of thinking. I am neither adult nor child neither. Introspective, and at times plain awkward in company. But in a crowd, a pleasant entertainer. Intimately, capable. Yet scared of commitment, or disappointment, and longevity. I am both a nomad and a searcher. Inquisitive of the world; of the future; Unnecessarily naïve of history. I do ponder on if and buts, far too much. But tranquil in change. Turbulent when caged. I feel both sorry and affected by the world. Each place a close friend away. A close home away. Yet home doesn’t exist in the traditional form. Instead it varies heavily on the home of comfort or the home of passport residence. Which as well can feel like home, but as much, not more. I want understanding and I want both perseverance and tolerance, between the worlds edges. Between every culture and physical barrier, I want the world to know itself. That, maybe, can eliminate both pride and prejudice. Misunderstanding capitulates anger and hate; can it be eradicated?
30 September 2014.