There are amongst us; homebodies, and those who are infected with an unsatiable wanderlust. What makes each the way they are, and what do they achieve by being so?
Homebodies are those who tend to stay in a place they call home. They seek solace in the familiar, and find comfort where they come from.
There are others who are exactly the opposite. Those who run from the familiar, and seek peace from the unknown.
I suppose, if the familiar brings painful memories, it makes sense to run from it. And vice versa if comfort is found among the everyday.
"Going home" is something commonly done among those who are travel worn, and seek to find long forgotten happiness in their past.
There are some who journey long distances to find their peace, especially with the untimely death of a loved one. They long for change, to accept an unacceptable reality, to make a new beginning, to escape the yearning for something irretrievably lost. Pain can sometimes be terribly acute, it cuts us to the very core. And to some, as the tedium of existence can no longer be borne, that they escape to places far far away.
I would venture to say, each of us are both in our own ways. After all, home is where the heart is. Even the wandering matilda eventually finds a place he calls home. May we all find a place we call home, and find peace there with people who are dear to us.
To peace. To love. To happiness. May God bless us all.
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