My home.
“It was nice knowing you; I think you should stay there.”
“Why?”
“Didn’t you say that’s where you belong?”
So, I’m here. It’s been anticipated for a while, now, and I still don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know where my home is, and where I belong, but that’s all that I’m trying to figure out - where I belong in this world. I don’t know if I belong here, and I may be mistaking by even being here at all - but I’m trying it out. I’m figuring out if this is my home, my sanctuary, my place to grow, my place to get away. We all still have so much growing and learning to do, and when I say we, yes I do mean everyone in the world - but I am truly the one who needs growth. I am not ready to be on my own just yet, but is anyone ready? Is anyone ready to be alone, on their own? I don’t think anyone is ready, but when the time comes, it’s simply a fact of life - we can’t depend on others forever. We can’t depend on others to make us feel less alone, because we truly are alone at all times - we are the only people we can 100% trust, and that’s not always true, because I know there are times we cannot trust ourselves. (I’m running in circles)
So, I’m alone, you’re alone, we’re all alone. But what do we do when we feel the need to branch out? Just go. Sure, I’m not ready. I’m not ready to go out into the world, but that’s what faith is - jumping, and not knowing where or if you’re going to land. Imagine if we knew the path our lives will take, every step - there would be no point in living our lives, and we might as well remain stagnant, as there is no excitement. Sure, we can be fearful because we don’t know what the future holds - but how ridiculous is that!? The future is inevitable, so why fear it?! Embrace it, love it, be it. Just accept the future, whatever it may be, for what it is, and live, learn, and love.
I don’t know where I belong, but it won’t hurt to take a leap of faith to find out.
