WHAT IS HOME?

When your mind is at ease and your heart is in bliss, you’re at home. The sense of belongingness that wraps you, the serenity of feeling augmenting felicity that acts as a canopy against the rain of negativity—that is home. Such word can’t be defined by the weight of one’s pocket or by the gem that incurved onto one’s wall. Whether one is living in a hut or one is possessing a building block, the word “home” can exist in both dwellings; for it is like the sun, fair and square it shines to everyone. Even if your house is floating on the widest sea, swaying on top of the tallest tree, or wuthering on Mars’s territory, as long as you’re living in glee, home is there. Home is a state of mind and it can exist anywhere. 

Home is the summation of ideation bloomed from one’s perception. It started as a single seed, then sprouts; leaves and flowers came out, and the place where it rooted expands and turns firm. A simple word to the eye yet it contains a complex meaning that digs deeper into one’s feeling. Home is a word for me that can explain the questions, ‘why we are living’ and ‘why we are breathing’.

 To wrap, home is everywhere. It’s here and there; a home is not necessarily a house, but a house standing alone without mixed emotions inside can’t be called a home. 

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