finding home

i have always been subtly protected in a little edifice of righteousness, with frills of insanity hinting at all sides, poking fun at the unwavering dignity inside.

the word home brings much food for thought. they say home is where the heart is. and yet, where your heart is, there your treasure will be. what are one's treasures? material wealth? cherished moments? achievement highs? family?it could be all, or none. shying away from every differing view, my home, in this context, is a little different.

my home is nothing so fancy. it is about findng innerpeace in a somewhat troubled soul, scarred and marred by many unfortunate events, but embellished by life's little fruits. it is about realizing how only you can motivate your drowning self, set fire for your passions, and find joy in the simplest things.

it is about coming to terms with all the hurt and discontentment, knowing that you can let something either break just one night, or permanently change your life. to forgive someone is an amazing act- the revelation in its power does wonders. it is about knowing your flaws and strengths, accepting the truths and facts about a path that is chosen from our own actions and thoughts. letting go of your insecurities takes a lot of work, but the rewards you reap give you so much more. it is about being absolutely clueless about the future, but knowing that you are mentally strong enough to harbour the threats no matter what. it is about reaching a state of mind that brings calm and gives life simultaneously. it is for these rare moments that i use this word.. contentment.

finding home is more than just delivering rivers of words, more than just a reflective flow of thoughts. perhaps being finally comfortable in your own skin is a little closer to home.

A heart at peace gives life to the body. Proverbs 14:30