Looking for Home
When you don’t know what home is.
Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration.
Home.
Is it something physical or something mental?
Is it a place? A person? A feeling? A culture? Or a collection of moments?
Or a mixture of all of the above.
People risk their lives looking for it, not exactly knowing where or what it is.
Migrating animals have home embedded in their genetic makeup, and they use their ingrained compasses to get there.
Imagine being so secure with where you should be that it is part of your DNA?
Jealous.
People find their homes continents away from where they were born, while others don’t want to move away from the only horizon that they know.
Many find their homes in people, knowing that people can put a mental sledgehammer to the home constructed in their minds.
We are only human.
