Definitely now I know what this statement means. Home is where I feel comfortable, loved, and secure. It is where I seek refuge when I want to escape cruelty of the world.
I am at my dad’s house for the holiday. Same house where I grew up in. It brings back sad and happy memories. It does not feel the same anymore. I do not feel at home at the house I grew up in. The only reason that I go here is to visit my dad.
I want to go back home with love, where my heart is….
I want to spend my life surrounded by people who I love and sincerely love me. We take for granted people who love us knowing that they will never leave us. But nothing is certain in life. We are all mere mortals. I would rather die surrounded by love rather than be a hero surrounded by criticism s and doubts.
When I was young my mom used to prepare me good food and make me a hot bath whenever I was sick. Now, as I’m not as young and mom gone, dad’s way of taking care of sick me was to buy me 1 month supply of medicine and bring me shopping. Either way both made me feel better. 🙂
Its because when you are in pain you become angry at the people closest to you for not feeling the same pain. They can not exactly feel what you are going through. And will not because you do not share the same body and soul. In absolute reality there is nothing that they can do. Being sick is a personal struggle that one has to endure alone.
However, emotional support from the peolpe closest to you is crucial to keep the spirit alive and hopeful to live.
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