07 Sep Home for Thought

I often look too the chilling mornings to attempt to bring back the days of comfort. It’ a odd situation considering during these days of comfort that I often daze back upon, at the time, were never really thought of as days of comfort. I suppose we really only feel these things after the days have passed. Although my newer travels have yet to begin, the thought of un-covering a true home often dance into my mind. Not a place to simply sleep, eat, socialize, and what not, but a place to truly, and whole-heartedly rest, while slowly morphing into your true self. It’s unfortunate that this sort of home maybe be close to impossible to finding in the physical world. But at the same time, trying to even fathom a place in which we must stay for an eternity, rather than too keep switching lives, makes me feel un-easy as a home. I’ve been stagnant for what feels like an eternity, the mere thought of arriving to some mysterious place to spend all of eternity is much too much for me to take in all at once at this time.