A little more than three years away from home, and all I
need is home. It’s not like I can’t stay
away from home for too long, but the futility of it all, and yet the necessity
of it all, renders me answerless. What is that huge necessity that makes moving
out of your home so essential, that you don’t have to think twice before
accepting a job offer that requires you to be thousands of miles away from
home? What is that unseen futility that tells you, after years of labour you
have put into your workplace, that all this time you have been away from home, supposedly
exploring the world and in turn exploring yourself, you have actually not been
your real self? You have not been with yourself. You have just been: been busy,
been working, been tired, and been anything but living life.
And yet, how many of us can ever imagine spending our entire
life at home? There is this huge world to look forward to. There are new people
to meet. There are new milestones to achieve. And any restriction, such as the
one that needs you to be close to home, will just deter your success. And
anyway, life is about moving on. It’s about finding new things in new places.
However, deep inside lingers a long-nurtured dream. A dream
in which I am with the people I love the most. Doing things I love the most. I
am at home - a place where no worries reside, where giggles light the mornings,
and lullabies welcome the nights. There is no entrance into this place, nor does
there exist an exit. As far as the eye can see, there are just butterflies
dancing in the little gardens that encircle this place, while bright sunlight
dawns upon the unkempt grass on a sweet January morning. There are no things to
do, no deadlines, no ambitions, no desires; just the feeling of fulfillment, of
nothingness. And as the sun sets, and the day grows cold, there is a little
bonfire to warm me up.. There is warmth enough.. There is warmth enough..
And the dream lingers on.
But sooner or later, the butterfly will fly away. And as it
spreads its beautiful wings, no matter how dangerous and unforgiving the world is, the butterfly will simply fly
away, probably not even look back once, madly engrossed in its new achievement,
looking forward to a new world, where it hopes to find its place one day.
1 comment:
the dream is indeed beautiful . but the problem , that i see, is that its still a dream , its baseless . and to make it a concrete entity all of us have to go though an algorithm ,which if you analyze is recursive in nature it goes like:
void getHome(presentAspiredHome)
{ presentAspiredHome=new presentAspiredHome;
getHome(presentAspiredHome);
}
what it means is that you make efforts to achieve your dream home but at every phase of life the definition of home itself changes . its like entering an infinite loop. and whenever you arrive at the definition of home , you achieve it.and at this final initialization the return type of your getHome() itself changes from "void" type to "dreamHome" type.
unfortunately most of us fail to arrive at the final initialization .
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