Home
To us, family means putting your arms around each other and being there. ~Barbara Bush
Home is regarded as one of the most common headquarters of our lives. When we finish our activitis with friends or when we finish with school or work, we say instantaneously. That we want to go home. And many a time when questioned where is our favorite place to rest, the answer is home. Home is, well what is home? Homes to many are constructions of bricks and layers of cement. Homes, to many are their beds, their television sets or their library where they can read and relax.
Home is yet easy to be answered as a place that gives us support shelter and warmth. Home is known as that to almost the whole world which is absolutely correct. But home, is not a building neither is it a bed a television or a book. Home is family. I say sometimes, let me go home as what the song suggests but I realize I’m too far from where my home is. Home is where the family is. My home is in
Home is family. That gives you all the shelter all the warmth and all the support you need, indefinitely. Maybe so that eventually families meet up over time. Maybe that gives rise to what we always call the family tree. Home is not something you lie on when you’re tired, home is not something you rely on when you need it. Home is not a building but yet there is one thing that’s common. They never go away.
I want to go home. Yet I know they are all in my heart some are creating more homes while some, are simply dancing with the wind. Home is not only something we can touch but we can also feel. And the amazing thing about that is, they can feel too.
Home is what you hug, who you love and who you simply cant bear to lose.
Home shouts at you , nags at you but home is always there because you have the key which will always unlock the door to whatever you need.
Now that, is home.
Night, enjoy the song people.
