A Misplaced Organism

If you believe, as I do, that the Universe is endless and that we are just one of many here, then you’ll get where I’m coming from.

I have never really felt as though I belong here.  If there are countless solar systems in countless Universes, then it’s possible that I could be a mistaken parcel here on this Earth. Right? Certainly.

And as such, I’ve felt for a great time that I may be a misplaced “alien” on this planet. I feel as though I would have been more at home in a different home.  This one hasn’t been all that great.

Somebody in dispatch sent my order to the wrong galaxy. Every day that I am here, I believe that more and more.

The decisions I make, the life I lead, the way I conduct myself all seem right to me, but society has had differing viewpoints on their acceptability.

I feel as though I was assigned here with no capabilities or knowledge of the world that has been assigned to me.

So instead, I muddle through, accepting the “society” as the norm, when in fact, I know that their norm is far from what my training taught me.

And therein lies the struggle.