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Category: thoughts (Page 1 of 2)
Thoughts that keep repeating in my head. Echoing a million times. Like a whisper in the wind.
What’s home? Seems almost like a no brainer question, isn’t it not?
Over the last year or so I turned into somewhat of a nomad. I called several places home. and when you are on the move, whether you actually chose it or it was forced upon you, you really start to mull over the meaning of things you took for granted befoe.
What’s a home? What’s a house? what makes a house home but not the other way around?
An epiphany
It hit me in the hardest of ways that having the family around does make the house a home no matter how loose the term of a house is. It could be a Crap shack for all I care for, but having your family around makes it a home. Family makes a house a home but not the other way around and it will never be.
Home makers
It surprises me how can some people turn a tent into a home! You wouldn’t get this until you see it with your own eyes. The little things that make a home are quintessential and absolutely taken for granted ..You wouldn’t know it until you are stranded out on your own with no roof over your head.
Perhaps these perspectives are brought into my focus because of my own personal ordeal of being a former displaced person.
Count your blessings
Yes! Some blessings aren’t appreciated until you lose them and when you lose you’ll have all the time in the world to think about those blessings and what you had in your hand but took for granted.
It’s always good to appreciate what you have.
Carry your home around?
Can you carry your home with you? I’m not talking about the mobile homes or trailers, going all redneck at once.
It’s about the values that make a house a home. Keeping the connections no matter how far the distance go.
If you’re home is something embedded in your heart then you will carry it with you no matter where you go, whether is it next door or across the planet; You can make a house into a home.
It’s about those core values that you carry within that make you you and make home a home..
To Digress
I’ve shifted away from blogging in English after moving to this new / old domain. That’s not the case. I do feel that some topics are better suited for Arabic and others are not .
What do you think? Can any house be a home? What makes a home, a home? Comment below and see you in a next post.
There is this realization that dawned on me for quite sometime now:
However, I’m okay not being “okay”.
I’m not doing okay
I’m not 100%.
Which led me to think: What is “Okay”? What is my “100%”?I had no answer to that.
Will I ever feel “OK”, or regain my “100%”?
I had no answer to that, either.
However, I’m okay not being “okay”.
A lot of my plans foiled, my hopes were shattered and I was left utterly disappointed. There weren’t many options left.
I don’t know another way but to push forward. There is no romanticizing it.
Life isn’t a fairy tale
It struck me at a rare moment of clarity.. I might not be “happily ever after”. That those fairy tale endings might not be for me. What startles me is that I accept that realization much easier than I thought.
I’m unsure about a lot of things lately. I always thought of myself as a person who knew what he wanted exactly, down to a pinpoint accuracy. Not anymore that is! I accept that as well and do very little to change it.
The art of muddling through
I found myself muddling through a lot of challenges and obstacles. The end result is not pretty and no where near perfect. And I accept that as well.
To a former self proclaimed perfectionist this is a serious problem. These two methods are contradictory and don’t work well with each other. Yet they are coexisting and happening side by side in my life.
Constant improvement
I strive to make myself a better person everyday, inching towards my goals and perfecting my methods, so when I notice things that contradict my core values. I need to stop for a while and mull things over in hope of finding a suitable answer.
I don’t have an answer to these questions at the time of this writing.
An identity crisis
The scariest question of all is: What’s left of me to be me? I’ve thought of this before and find that the damage has been done already, I’m not who I was before and chances are, I’ll never be that person ever again.
And you probably guess what I’m going to say here as well..
The path
The path, does it choose you? Do you choose the path? Again with philosophical dilemmas. I realize that my path had nothing but struggles, and I’ve muddled my way through as well as I could. I don’t know another way to go by, it seems like it’s the only thing I know how to do.
Old habits die hard
Even if I had another way to go I’d probably choose the rough path just to prove I’m worthy. Or to push myself even further and defy the status – quo.
It’s a rough treacherous path, the path of the nomad, the path of the warrior.
Sad realization
I realized also that it’s not easy being with me, I tend to like my space and hate being controlled, I also get myself into weird situations and sometimes don’t fix them properly until they explode!
And I can drop everything at a moment’s notice and ride into the sunset.
It’s probably not too late to turn the situation around and start fresh, right?
Well, it’s not as simple as it sounds..
What if I’m content with this path of adventure? I might not be ready to get off the roller coaster just yet. It’s probably not fair to ask for something I can’t give, which is certainty..
I pray for more clarity and a sense of belonging soon enough. This whole thing is starting to drive me insane.
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