Reading a chapter, closer to home…
Imagine sitting down with your brand-new journal, ready to pour out your thoughts like a river flowing onto paper. But wait, something's different. The words that trickle out are unexpectedly tinged with sadness, like a gray cloud hanging over your thoughts. It's a puzzle you can't quite solve until a memory pops up like a friendly surprise – this journal was a promise you made to yourself as the old year ticked away. It's a new beginning, a chance to spin happy thoughts like a magician conjuring smiles.
You take a moment to soak it all in. It’s like new year’s resolutions are on the menu – those little promises you make to yourself, like planting seeds of change in the garden of your life. The idea of leaving behind a bad habit dances in your mind, like a daring adventure into the unknown. The thought of holding onto grudges less tightly, and embracing yourself with extra warmth, seems like a cozy hug for your soul.
At first, honesty seems like a far-off star. But then, it starts to twinkle, gently nudging you to be truthful. Honesty isn't just about facts; it's like a secret pathway into your heart, a way to share the real "you" with the pages of your journal. Your heart yearns for it, aching to pour out its essence without holding back, even if you're short on fancy pens or expensive paper. It's like guarding a fragile, precious treasure with all you've got.
Overlooking the City of Kingston from Fort Henry…
Shielding your heart from the world outside sounds like an epic quest – you're a knight in shining armor, protecting your castle from dragons. But, here's the twist – your heart practically lives in that world. It's like guarding your own heart from its home, a challenge that could rival climbing the tallest mountain. Home should be a haven, a safe cocoon. But sometimes, it's not just walls that make a home.
You think of home, and your mind conjures images of cozy rooms and warm meals. Walls stand tall, like loyal sentinels, offering safety and comfort. Yet, as you glance at the world outside, it's like gazing into a limitless sky. No walls, just endless expanse. Science might raise an eyebrow, but you want to believe what your heart feels. That's okay, because your heart and mind are partners in crime. Even as you write, your thoughts dance like fireflies, leading you to express feelings you never knew were there.
Ahh, the crisis – like a storm that's been swirling for years. You dove deep into it, even crafting a paper about its nuances. Politics, communication – you dissected it all. And then came the pandemic, a tidal wave that shifted the landscape of lives. It stole precious souls, leaving grief in its wake. Yet, for some, it whispered of new beginnings, a chance to rise from the ashes.
You met a family grappling with the pandemic's financial slap. The lady of the house spoke of a treasure she held dear – sanity. She knew that even if the world crumbled, her strength could rebuild it all, piece by piece. The man echoed her sentiments, believing in their family's resilience. And then, there were neighbors, the ones next door, who shared not only meals but little notes brimming with hope. "Light at the end of the tunnel" – words that wrapped around like a warm scarf.
But, what if there isn't a tunnel? What if light doesn't have a designated path? Questions swirl like leaves in the wind. Then, a gentle whisper – your home, the one without walls, the free one. No boundaries, no limits. It's like standing in an open field, arms outstretched, ready to catch the sky's embrace. What if there's no tunnel? Well, then there's no end to the light's journey. The night might stretch long, but dawn is inevitable. Light spreads, enough for you, enough to share. It's like a symphony of brightness that envelops the world, like a gentle reminder that home isn't about walls; it's about boundless freedom.
So, you close your journal, your heart dancing with newfound understanding. Each word you've penned is a stroke of your soul, a melody that will resonate through time. As you put the pen down, it's like you've closed a chapter in your heart, a chapter where walls dissolve, and the sky opens up. And maybe, just maybe, your words will touch others like a warm embrace, reminding them that home isn't confined; it's a limitless realm where hearts roam free.
Maybe home is you, so you are home. Always…
