Written October 18
Home
When you’re young, home is where your mother is. It’s where you get your milk and if you’re lucky like I was lots of love, affection, songs and smiles. If you’re lucky it’s also where your supportive dad is who does everything and anything in his power to make sure his wife and kids are fed, happy, focused, and free to make their own decisions.
Then you grow up and move around and realize that your “home” begins to become restructured. It turns into a frame of mind that you carry with you. In college, home is still where your mom is usually, or girlfriend/boyfriend maybe. But love hurts and people change and it’s hard when you want to attach to something so bad that ultimately becomes fleeting and temporary.
Eventually you realize that your home is not in your head, but carried with you at all times. Your home becomes your heart. Your center. Your being. It’s up to you who you want to invite into that home. Hopefully you have learned what types of people/places/situations make your heart sing, and which make it die. Listen carefully.
Temptation can arise when you realize that you missed out sometimes. Maybe you feel guilty for leaving someone who you know could have loved you to the end of the world and back and you try to return to them only to find them moved on, or still yearning for something that has already died. Then one day, you realize that the circles of madness must end. The earth hickups and quakes, and you realize that what you had been wanting has been standing in front of you the whole time waiting. Maybe you put him/her there on purpose and maybe they found you on their own. Suddenly, you realize you are gazing at your soul's reflection in a still pond. The earth is quiet, peaceful, and feels like…home.
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