There are people in this world who will welcome you warmly, and open their community so that you may join them, and your heart will lift with love for their friendliness.
But that doesn't mean you belong with them.
There are also people who look exactly like your kindred spirits. They speak your language, walk your ways. But they do not truly welcome you. Their community feels like a closed space, although they may invite you in at some level. You are sure you belong with them - but when you are there you feel inferior and may even wonder just who you really are if these kindred spirits do not recognise you.
Home is not in other people. Your own soul is your home. Good community can be found - not necessarily with people who speak the same language as you, or who want you to learn theirs, but with anyone whose spirit sees your spirit and greets it as an equal and wonderful sister. Then your religion, or your dialect, or your social status, or how you decorate your house, is unimportant. The connection runs deeper, below words, through a willingness to accept and honour each other for your own sakes.
But that is only possible if you are honest with yourself. Because how can anyone have community with another person if they are not in communion with their own spirit?
This, I believe, is what should be taught in school alongside reading and mathematics.
(Just a random thought today, in the long mild space before the storm.)