Of loosing a home…
Saturday, February 9, 2008I know a fellow who lost his home.
Many years ago, he painstakingly looked for a perfect home. And he was blessed to have one. The place actually made him feel that he found the right one. People came in and out of his home. He’s just thankful to have them. These people were actually so close to his heart that he could not let them feel unwelcome.
Suddenly, just out of nowhere, he just felt that his home had left him. Although the same structure was there, the same people were there, the same smiles were there, and even the same tears were there, the warmth was lost. Suddenly, he felt that the house that actually welcomed him with open arms had then become his adversary. It made him feel like he’s being forced to abandon the place. He just found out that the place, which had been his sanctuary for so long, had become his own place of insecurity. He could not relax and unwind anymore. The place had become so filled with angst and hypocrisy. It had become a witness to indifference, ambivalence, and selfishness.
The place, which used to be his home, had left him with no choice. He did not know how it happened. He just felt that he had to go. He did go.
And he has found a new home…


