Which is my home?
I wouldn't know how to react when my friends tell me of their 'horrible' families. Of how they had to cook their own meals, wash their own laundry, and find their own transport of travel. Of how they were scolded or beaten by their parents. Of how they argued and faught with their siblings and unrightfully punished by their elders. I never knew. I was living the perfect life in the perfect home a child could wish for. I always believed that. Loving parents, siblings whom I never argued with, respectable grandparents who cares for me.
Perhaps it was the strict rules and traditions bound to our family, irrelevant to the the current society. Perhaps it was something personal. I had many assumptions stored in mind, but I never knew the reason.
I've heard of my friends in school, orphaned or living in broken homes. It was such a common issue in the society nowadays, especially among celebrities. But I obviously did not expect it to happen to me.
Things happen. Whether for a reason or not. But it is sure good that I've learnt to put the blaming issue aside.
And so a parent promise to give the child the life they never had.
There is always hope. A longing for that 'perfect' home once more. But is my 'perfect' the best for everyone? There are always 2 sides to a story. That is why we can never justify a situation or a person.
Two houses. Which can I call home?
These little thoughts can bother alot. Thinking aloud, frowning unknowingly; breaking down. Bothering myself with these thoughts, hit a pause button in reality, while others pass me by. Then it strikes you, if these thoughts are really of any significance? Yes duh! But does it plays a bigger role than the others?
Home is subjective. Subjective is a choice. The choice is mine. Home is where they are, however many places they can be. If a glimpse of joy among the people I love catches the eye, there is where I call home.
I may doubt myself time and time again about these little thoughts. We all do. But as long as we know how to hit the 'play' button, all is good.
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