It means something different to all of us.
You can live side by side with someone and share the same topical experiences and yet have completely different versions of what made you happiest. What made you feel like "home".
You can live side by side with someone and share the same topical experiences and yet have completely different versions of what made you happiest. What made you feel like "home".
And we all want to get back to that. We all want to live that happiness. To live it on a constant basis. Don't we? We want that feeling of complete bliss, of utter unabashed happiness.*
How about this? Whatever comes, let it come and whatever leaves, let it leave and just love it all. No matter what. Isn't that simple? So why is it so hard to do?
As children this is how we lived. We didn't know any better. Whatever came that is what we accepted. We had no frame of reference for much else. Slowly as we saw more, learned more and experienced more this was no longer the case. Was it? But in the beginning it was. That is the beauty of a child. That is what we should not tarnish. Imagine being safe enough to live like that every day, every moment.
We can. It is possible. It involves pain though. It involves letting yourself feel pain and being alright with it. Just being perfectly alright with it. If you can find beauty in anything, then you carry home in your heart permanently.
As children this is how we lived. We didn't know any better. Whatever came that is what we accepted. We had no frame of reference for much else. Slowly as we saw more, learned more and experienced more this was no longer the case. Was it? But in the beginning it was. That is the beauty of a child. That is what we should not tarnish. Imagine being safe enough to live like that every day, every moment.
We can. It is possible. It involves pain though. It involves letting yourself feel pain and being alright with it. Just being perfectly alright with it. If you can find beauty in anything, then you carry home in your heart permanently.
*The problem is that place exists in the past, because it emanated from your heart alone. The heart of a child and you no longer have that heart. It's been "toughened up", it's "grown up", it doesn't even remember how to get back to that depth of feeling anymore. It's learned to "fake it". It's learned to be superficial, flippant, vain. Hasn't it?
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