For the longest time I’ve said I’m not a patriot.
But recently I’ve thought more about it, and I’ve been wondering if it’s true or not. Because I realized I don’t know what is patriotism.
One definition reads: “love for or devotion to one’s country.”
And here in lies my confusion: what is a country? what makes a country? land? people? government? history? culture? all of them? more?
I just don’t know.
I don’t have a deep attachment to my country’s land, or the central government. I do have a special feeling for certain places, but I don’t know if it’s enough to qualify.
I love the people that surrounds me, and I like the people of my city in general, and my province to a lesser extent; but I find it hard to have a deep attachment to the rest of the population.
I like my city a lot, and I’d defend it in case of war. But I’m not so sure of the rest of the territory. Maybe I’m a coward.
I’m not so sure what entails my culture since I’m so ingrained in it. I don’t really know what separates me form people of other neighboring nations. I speak different languages but I love my native one. Then again, it’s an imported language. I see the similarities with other people and I like to forget the differences.
I love my countries food, and I always miss it when I leave. I do think there is no better food in the world too. That counts, I guess.
And, when I return there, and I get past migration, customs, and all the hassle… I feel safe. I feel like that’s where I’m supposed to be.
I don’t really know. :)
(I’m not american btw)