Usually, when I am among a group of professional accountants, I do not feel like one of them.
Sometimes, when I am among a group of artists-photographers, I do not feel like one of them. Occasionally, when I am among a group of Internet influencers, I do not feel like one of them. Often, when I am among athletic people or sports enthusiasts, I don’t feel like one of them. How can we explain the feeling of not belonging anywhere, to any group? Sometimes, I feel sad that I do not belong to any group. Still, luckily, after seconds of thinking about it, I realize that not belonging to any group is a freeing and liberating moment. I feel alive and free. The only group to which I can truly define myself is the group of Polish people—humans who can speak my native language.
After all, since Russia attacked Poland with its drones (it happened on the 10th of September, 2025, and I wrote this text on the 17th of September, 2025), I started considering going to the army.
If similar situations were to occur once again, I feel I would go to the Territorial Defence Force. Undoubtedly, I know I won’t escape from Poland. My life, with my beloved Kamilka, is here, and we do not plan to move anywhere to escape the war. We are not the ones who should be afraid of Russian trolls, but the Russian trolls should be afraid of taking even one step into Poland’s territory. We, the Poles, are not scared of anything, and Russian trolls will have a hell on Earth once they dare to come to Poland. This post was supposed to be about not belonging.
Still, later I stated I belong to the Polish nation, and that I am mentally ready to fight for my homeland. This readiness to defend my homeland is a testament to my patriotism, a feeling that I believe most of the Poles share. Perhaps I will write more about not belonging in the future. I think it is an interesting topic, as I cannot clearly state who I am.
