The more I move ahead in life, the more I converge.. The longer the passage of time, the more I converge. Going back to the center, reaching in. In my self and in others. I am growing fonder of my roots by day, longing for the concept of home, of "sakan". I am looking for answers within and without.
It is ironic how as children and as younger adults, we want to drift as further away as possible from the core, we feel a constant need to reach out and extend, expand. Now I relate more to people who remind me of home, no matter how unrelated to me in blood. I like people who look like family, who feel like family, I like people who know about my family.
The concept of home is beautiful, and what is more beautiful is that I am learning to carry my home within myself.
It is ironic how as children and as younger adults, we want to drift as further away as possible from the core, we feel a constant need to reach out and extend, expand. Now I relate more to people who remind me of home, no matter how unrelated to me in blood. I like people who look like family, who feel like family, I like people who know about my family.
The concept of home is beautiful, and what is more beautiful is that I am learning to carry my home within myself.
