Sense of Belonging

I still remember some people once said that I dun have a sense of belonging to my country because I din express that patriotism in that particular situation. And now people say that I dun have a sense of belonging to my school. They are correct to a certain extent. I dun have such sense of belonging to my home, my school, my city and even the nation. I consider the home as just a comfortable bed. I wear the T shirt of other schools much more often than that of my own school. I cant speak the dialect of my hometown and dun want to learn actually. I even dunno which city my juniors and seniors come from as in my eyes there is no difference. I even could not pay attention when everyone was singing the national anthem at Tiananmen, busy counting the cars around. But does that mean I do not love them? Not necessary. Different people express their sense of belonging in different ways.
Some people sing the National Anthem clear and loud. Some only recite it in their hearts. Nobody can blame any party. Finally it is what they do that defines them. It is not what they sing nor what they think. When the real crisis comes, who will come out, who will be able to do some real work. We dunno. I still remember the first time I heard the Singaporean students singing their national anthem. The pitch is so low. I was suddenly touched, because the voice seemed come from their deep heart. (But later I found out that it is because they were all too slack. A bit disappointing.) In my mind, it is the true beauty of determination. Nobody can hear it. But everyone shall feel it when time comes.