Yes, nothing can be more truer than this.
Home is not a place but a feeling and wherever one connects with one’s inner self, is what one can call home. Whether it is having coffee with an old friend or a new acquaintance at a known coffee shop or a new place, or talking to God as you look heavenwards by the sea side and cry your heart out to Him, one can instantly feel at home in that space that thus gets created. And as we keep on simplifying our selves, by getting rid of unnecessary drama in our lives and getting to know ourselves better, we become more open and flexible to embrace life as it is and find the best out of every struggle, challenge and situation.
I find myself in my home, in my birth town these days and its a fascinating feeling- to belong here and yet not feel too attached to this place; to be so deeply connected to this home and yet be disconnected on the surface. It makes me wonder that how we look at places and people around us changes with the passage of time. Once this home was the be all and end all of my existence. I have experienced life and my self so intensely within its four walls and yet even though I don’t live here anymore, I still experience so much more of myself whenever I enter those four walls even now. Guess the energy of where one is born, grows up, loses one’s parents, gets attached to new relationships in life is a perennial source of growth and learning.
And yet, I find a home wherever I go now. amongst known and unknown places, old and new friendships, deep and intense connections with souls around me- it is all about me finding myself amid the maze of every experience that comes my way. I strongly believe that the universe is your home and each and every corner of this world is yours, once you realize that your soul is your home. Its the safest place to reside, be and flourish. All else is an illusion.
till next time,