SG50

Yesterday a group of people invited me to a party. Of course, I assured them. I would show up….hardly had I put down the phone. I could taste the bitterness in my mouth…..I lied.

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‘Maybe the idea of home is just a place you make up in your head. Something you cling to, only because thru the years it has become so encrusted with your memories and experiences. Maybe it’s not even a shape on a map. Not even a faint memory of sights, sounds and smells. Maybe it’s not even a story full of people who once came into your life and places you walked all by yourself in the rain. Maybe….just maybe….after so many years of being away, home is deep inside you. I just realized that. Only just then – and now I don’t feel homesick any longer and I seem to have no fear of the unfamiliar any longer. Above all I don’t have to be like anyone else. No I don’t. You see – I know who I am and where I am going. That’s good to go! As for the idea home – it’s wherever I go. I just have to still all the madness around me and look deep inside me….and abracadabra….I am home.

Once you know this….anything is possible in this world. Nothing can stand in your way!’