A place called home

There's no other place on the surface of this Earth where we can seek peace except one place: home!

Sometimes, we need might need to relax and have a spot where we could reminisce on the beautiful wonders of nature. We might just need that space where we can temporarily escape the haunted reality of life.

Source

I heard a colleague of mine play a song on his boom speaker, I recalled the song but couldn't get a precise grip as to how I came across it. It reminded me of a certain scenario which seemed vague in my mind. I had this little spark in my memory but it just wasn't enough to lay my fingers on it.

I was in the garden just outside my residence observing the beauty of life when this song came up, I pondered for some seconds, searching every damn events in my memory until, boom! I found it. It was a song I heard from a movie scene "Instant family." The song is "We're going home" by Vance joy.

In the movie an orphan was adopted by her foster parents but she never knew until she uncovered the truth at her teenage age. She saw the same people who fought for her during her entire existence as an enemy and attempted disowning them but towards the end, both parents came together to speak words of love and reassurance. It was at this moment she had a change of mind, realizing that actually, she was home. I cried in this scene as soon as the song came up — it enhanced the emotions displayed by the characters.

I can relate to the word "home." Home is a feeling and not a place. I can have my siblings sitting around the whole damn house but nope! It's never home until we're bombarded with the feel of contempt, satisfaction, and peace. Wherever we find peace is a place to call home. And that's what the adopted character failed to realize at the early stage. Her foster parents might not have shared her DNA but they were the people that gave her life a meaning and purpose... The three things most people on the surface of the Earth seek throughout their fleeting existence.

I've been in situations where I despised home. Perhaps I got so used to it that I couldn't see through my own deception and self deceit. It was until I experienced life outside the comfort of my parents(with a relative) that I slowly understood what home was. I mean, my uncle had all the money and food you could think of... Something that we struggled to get back at home.

Life was much easier with my uncle, I mean, I ate the things I had never tasted in my life... but still, there was this void in my heart, a feeling that was inexplicable. I knew that I wasn't at the right place and my thought was validated after my brief vacation with my uncle.

Upon arrival at our house, I was welcomed with the priceless smile of my Mum, the sweet scent of her locally made delicacies and my brother's obnoxious attitude — these were all I needed, this was the missing piece I fought so hard to find.

You can't live all alone... It's the memories, the smiles, the love, the contempt and little things that makes up Home.

Let's go home... To a place greater than the best fantasy of ours.