Missing Home...
Home is where one feels complete, whole, safe, happy & satisfied. But there’s a big question I have in mind. Why do people leave home? Why do people leave their comfort zone to embark on a journey trudging on foreign soil? Bearing the cold, slumber less night and the scorching heat of the day?
Many will say they had no choice but to do it. Others will say they chose to follow a dream. For whatever reason one has, they were seeking something, seeking opportunities elsewhere, seeking realities to their dreams. Seeking to develop & find themselves.
Why does one have to leave in order to find something? Why can't it be that a person stay put, search, find what they're looking for and remain where they are? Is it because that in order to find "that something" one would have to take a few steps. and then a couple more steps. Until before one knows it, they are already far.
This is not always bad. Moving forward means that you are doing something for improvement. Knowing that you are not idle can mean something. But knowing that where you are headed towards will lead to find your way back home (at the right time) gives one purpose.
I’m still enjoying the ropes of independence and if I were to ask the most important thing one should realize out of this whole circumstance is that every single one that's physically away from home establishes a deep relationship with oneself. You only have yourself to count on. Surely you may be surrounded by many people, few good friends but at the end of the day your just by yourself.
I can say I am a bit used to this feeling of being far. But one can never fully adjust to being away from the place called home. One can temporarily forget. Or one can temporarily occupy every conscious minute. But deep within that void will always shout out for that need to be filled. A Family… A place called HOME…
