Thursday, February 6, 2014

Finding Home

from Woody Lane via Photobucket
Does anyone really do what they say?
 
I mean…does anyone set out on some existential journey trying to find themselves (as if they were ever lost).

A ridiculous premise.

Reach down, grab a handful of arm, leg, love handle…you’re right there.

Okay, I realize we're stating the non-obvious, the intangible. People want to believe they are out there somewhere amongst the human detritus, floating. In a cloud of possibility.

But, most of us can’t afford to live in the what-could-be, we’re grounded right here in the now.

Earn enough money to eat, pay bills, have a little fun. Knuckle under, pay the piper. Those all to real clichés. No time to live anywhere but here.

A dream is just something to lift you out of your mundane existence for a stitch, but life is a cloth woven from reality not dreams.

So no one really goes searching for who they are (do they?)



Then...for some reason…it just happens.

You wake up one day, glance back down the road and the surprise of it lifts you off your feet. You’re not eighteen anymore (though you may not feel any different) and while you were drudging through life you were actually completing the search. You did find yourself. But the journey was much more normal, tangible, earthbound than you thought it would be.

After years of searching the world over…you found it.

The person you truly are.

You just didn’t know you were looking at the time.

And now that person is home, comfortable and (hopefully) satisfied with where they came from, traveled to and arrived at.

Home is where the heart is (and the liver and the kidneys). It's right here...where you're standing.

You've arrived--found yourself.

(Now?)


Welcome home.


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