Thursday, December 08, 2005

The Life of an Expatriate

The Life of an expatriate…….is a mix of sacrifice and selfishness. You can not know that which is more….Do the money have a direct connection with happiness? I guess Not, I heard people saying that they will be back once they get some money to lead a happy life but this does not happen, there is no end, no defined boundary of how much money you need to live a satisfied happy life. In fact happiness is a state of mind more than anything else.

A piece from a fellow blogger:

The life of an expatriate....the life of a perpetual nomad. No matter how long i stay, my roots never seep deeper than the superficial layer. It doesn't happen. I can try and pretend but even Canada doesn't feel like home. I know this about my life, that a county will never feel like a home to me, only the walls that contain me feel like home. These crisp foreign winds, the lush flora and forna, this is the impetus for what keeps me in awe of this country. Without even knowing, my body knows when winter comes... it's when the tip of my nose peels.... like a onion, later after layer after layer....i still do not know who i am.....

Expats, no matter what they pretend, but they are dealing with identity crises. After living most of the life as an "AJNABI", they even loose connection with their own country. The people in their home country don’t treat them the same way as before. The feel that there is some kind of hesitation in their attitude and its normal. When you are not around the people connected to you fill the gap with some activities or some new friends, they can't keep waiting for you to come and party with you. And when you travel back, you expect them to spend all their time with you as it was before, but it does not happen. Hence disappointment and again its selfishness on our part.

Another view point

I hold a Canadian passport, does that make my nationality Canadian?? But isnt that just a paper identity for me?? I mean what does it mean in my life to be that even something that is important to me...or is it simply the means to an end... So if not Canadian then what?? Am I Pakistani, but I have spent no time in Pakistan, I know nothing really about that country.. Should not there be more substance then simply having the same color skin as everyone in that country.... Neither Arab, I feel no love or affiliation for that land, my love is grounded in my family there and the memories of times spent there.. So I come full circle, what is my nationality?? In this whole world, there has to be a place I can call home and feel that I belong....

What you people think about this????????


Blogger Bloody_Hell said...

Thank q so much for being a good friend..wishing and encouraging me b happy..
ur words r valuable and nice.


1:36 AM  
Blogger 'Thought & Humor' said...

If I could speak in any
language in heaven or
on earth but didn't love
others, I would only be
making meaningless noise
like a loud gong or a
clanging cymbal. If I
had the gift of prophecy,
and if I knew all the
mysteries of the future
and knew everything
about everything, but
didn't love others, what
good would I be? And
if I had the gift of faith
so that I could speak
to a mountain and make
it move, without love
I would be no good to
anybody. If I gave
everything I have to
the poor and even
sacrificed my body,
I could boast about it;
but if I didn't love others,
I would be of no value
whatsoever. Love is
patient and kind. Love
is not jealous or boastful
or proud or rude. Love
does not demand its
own way. Love is not
irritable, and it keeps
no record of when it
has been wronged.
It is never glad about
injustice but rejoices
whenever the truth
wins out. Love never
gives up, never loses
faith, is always hopeful,
and endures through
every circumstance.

May You Always
Experience This
Kind Of Love,
Dr. Howdy

4:15 AM  
Anonymous hgh said...

good info

8:01 AM  

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