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. Trying to understand how it feels to be them, for a moment—switching roles for a while.Sounds wishy-washy?Maybe.But that’s exactly what I feel when I connect with fellow writers here on Medium. That’s what I feel when I read their stories. Although I barely know them in person.I listen to them by reading their prose. Their hearts pouring out, with honesty and poise. Words flowing and roaring. Like a stream carving its path. Through rocky terrains, in a jungle of content.And these stories. These deep personal musings. They never falter or cease to exist. Just like my hunger to read more, know more, think more and write more. With my tribe.Here are three ways you know you’ve found your tribe:<h1 id="ac17">You Don’t See Fellow Writers As Your Audience</h1>You see them as your friends. From distant lands.Connected, by the power of storytelling. United, by positivity and novelty of thoughts and ideas. Possessed, by a burning desire to drive change.You see their values, deeply rooted, and bred in a culture different from

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yours.<h1 id="72d9">You Care Less About the Pandemic</h1>And more about connecting with your fellow writers.You care about their stories, their intertwined thoughts and ideas. That stem from triumphs and rock-bottom failures.They resonate with you, deeply. You value them, dearly. As if they are your own.Your pandemic induced stress and anxiety now seems less daunting. As if they’re blurred in the background of your daily routine.<h1 id="00e7">Your “Flow States” Are More Frequent Than Ever</h1>Time ceases to exist when you’re with your tribe.The depth in their stories never end.You plunge in, to untangle their knots. Slowly.You embrace the passing of time, how fleeting it may seem.And then,You’re gratified, by the stillness that grows within. Sealed in eternity.“We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.”— Fyodor Dostoevsky</article></body>

I Found My Tribe

3 ways you know you’ve found yours

Writers are thinkers.

For me, they’re the kind of people geared up for some constructive and meaningful conversations. Conversations that are slow, and puts me in the flow. Like weaving a sweater.

Time flies when I’m in one of these. And I know, deep within, when words start to flow. Like needles moving back and forth—weaving together everything that matters between me and them.

I know something clicks, within, when I listen to them untangle their raw thoughts and feelings. Their premonitions, hopes and desires. Opening up. Making space for mine to knit together.

I connect those knots in their story, with my thoughts and ideas.

And I listen, intensely, as if every thread of my existence depends on knowing them. Delving deep into their mind. Trying to understand how it feels to be them, for a moment—switching roles for a while.

Sounds wishy-washy?

Maybe.

But that’s exactly what I feel when I connect with fellow writers here on Medium. That’s what I feel when I read their stories. Although I barely know them in person.

I listen to them by reading their prose. Their hearts pouring out, with honesty and poise. Words flowing and roaring. Like a stream carving its path. Through rocky terrains, in a jungle of content.

And these stories. These deep personal musings. They never falter or cease to exist. Just like my hunger to read more, know more, think more and write more. With my tribe.

Here are three ways you know you’ve found your tribe:

You Don’t See Fellow Writers As Your Audience

You see them as your friends. From distant lands.

Connected, by the power of storytelling. United, by positivity and novelty of thoughts and ideas. Possessed, by a burning desire to drive change.

You see their values, deeply rooted, and bred in a culture different from yours.

You Care Less About the Pandemic

And more about connecting with your fellow writers.

You care about their stories, their intertwined thoughts and ideas. That stem from triumphs and rock-bottom failures.

They resonate with you, deeply. You value them, dearly. As if they are your own.

Your pandemic induced stress and anxiety now seems less daunting. As if they’re blurred in the background of your daily routine.

Your “Flow States” Are More Frequent Than Ever

Time ceases to exist when you’re with your tribe.

The depth in their stories never end.

You plunge in, to untangle their knots. Slowly.

You embrace the passing of time, how fleeting it may seem.

And then,

You’re gratified, by the stillness that grows within. Sealed in eternity.

“We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.”

— Fyodor Dostoevsky