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Struggling with life must be tiring, eh? And some day, you just long for a safe place to rest, somewhere safe to cry your heart out, to be completely vulnerable. Because, God, acting tough all the time is devastating. You heart desire for a place you can call “home”.
Some of us might feel like our home is not really a “home” — at least at some point in life — no matter how much we love our family and vice versa.
I believe that life is a personal journey.
Therefore, it is totally normal that sometimes in life, there are different perceptions about life, even in our own family.
Which most of the time, it feels like the family wouldn’t understand, and you end up feeling like an outcast.
It’s sad and upsetting, sometimes it almost feels like we are living with a stranger who we couldn’t trust. But after quite some time, we will laugh it off, eventually.
If you haven’t reached this point, I wish you could heal from that pain.
Life has beaten you black and blue, yet you are struggling to find a shelter to keep you warm from this cold world.
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That must be tiring.
It is tiring.
Therefore, we wanders.
We travel, from one place to another from one soul to the other. We are willing to go through a long journey to find ourselves a perfect shelter.
Once, a friend of mine told me; “it is hard to be far from home, to be alone in country I am not familiar with. But whenever the thought of giving up and going home creeps into my mind, I am trying to remind myself of the reason why I left in the first place.”
Being a nomad for almost 10 years makes me question myself; “What is exactly a home?”
Is it the place where I was born?
Is it where my families are?
Is it the place or is it the people?
So, my fellow nomad, tell me what you think about home. What is a home for you?
