For the past several years as I have matured as a student and person, I have been wondering about life in the terms of “home”. Where am I from? What nationality do I identify with the most? Why does this question matter to me so much? For me, home is a place to identify with. It is a safe haven, somewhere where I can be myself. I love interacting with different people and hearing different stories from all walks of life, and I would love to think that the entire world is my home. I am trying to get to that mind state, but I am not quite there yet.

In my spare time, I love to play sports and write poetry. I don’t think I am any good at it but it is an awesome hobby that I don’t plan on giving up anytime soon. Sometimes i need to just be locked in a room for hours with pen and paper in hand, and just constantly write, write and write. I love the material and issues that we are tackling in this class, and it has inspired me to share a poem with you. This poem is written from the perspective of an individual who is searching for his own identity and sense of belonging in the world. He is searching for the meaning of home. I hope you enjoy it, thank you for taking the time to read it!

Anonymous by Rajin Sidhu

Among a sea of people,

my existence feels trivial.

In the event of my demise,

should be a tombstone.

Untouched

Blank

No pride to engrave.

What deems a life worthless,

or full of purpose,

this defining feature,

I wish I knew.