Searching For a Home
Home is a strange word indeed. For many people it means a place where one can relax and feel at ease, not a care in the world. They say everyone is born with at least one place where they can feel at ‘home’. But for others who are born without the comforts of home there is only a chilling sensation, almost as if a chilling wind is always running over ones skin without pausing.
Living without a home doesn’t always have to be a bad thing, however. One gets incredibly familiar with the feelings of freedom, the taste of victory over their triumphs they complete on their own. Not having a place to return to also presents the kind of exciting possibility of adventure, self fulfillment, possibly the adrenaline pumping scenario of not knowing what tomorrow could hold for you.
To adventure around the world with no boundaries to hold you back, no sense of needing to return to something you’ve left behind you, that must be the ultimate freedom that so many of us hold deep in our hearts, quietly suppressing it until it is nothing more than a whisper in the winds of our daily lives. Many people have dove off into the wilds to try and find the adventuring spirit they so desperately seek, only to come back to their comfy houses at the slightest sign of danger. This sparks a thought in my head. No, a question.
If we cannot feel free until this point, is anybody really free?
Woah, that was really profound! I love how you took the topic and completely turned it on the head. Your writing has a nice rhythm and your vocabulary is very real. I think you said 'wind' and 'chilling' too much, but those are hard words to find substitutes for. Your question will stick with me for a long time.
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