Home is where the heart is. And this is where the problem begins. Your heart keeps wandering forever. From here to there and from him to her or it for that matter. Where does it finally rest? Je ne sais pas ! Could anyone possibly ever know where their heart is? And even if they do, does it ever stay at one place? Extrapolating that, we never have a rooted home per se. We are all wanderers, nomads, gypsies, going from one place to another, searching for the final destination; our true home in life. Life is one rootless existence and you can take it as a positive and a negative aspect. Since one is never bound to one place, one does not carry or need to carry a "pre-baggage". One can start as a blank slate each day. Tabula rasa. Or if one likes stability, due to no firm anchor in life, he/she can feel lost. In this whirlwind of existence it is upto the person to decide what we wants to do. Swim with the current and find the way or get lost in the current and start wailing. The choice always rests with us.
I guess im getting a little too preachy these days. Philosophical musings. Hopefully i wont get stuck in the rut and the next few topics will be different!
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