the day i stopped searching for home
Life is
pretty much a hard-to-follow scenario. A sequence of events, and if you look from a far upper
perspective, you’ll catch some sort of synchronization that exists in the flow
of events. People who vibe usually stick together, some people’s hearts belong
dearly to a particular place, and the list goes on. People find a way to
connect with something, to let something blend into their souls and
leave its fingerprint for eternity on their hearts.
Yet I’ve
always doubted the existence of any ‘links’, particularly when it comes to my
own life. My connection with anything always feels euphorically fleeting. A
sound at the back of my head will always keep me alert, telling me that the
warm feeling of home that started to flow in my veins will soon freeze and
collapse. It's as if my own share of earth’s sync isn’t enough —it’s meant to be
short-lived.
Synchronization
is complex. There are no rules or formulae –it simply resides there, but
sometimes it seems so unreachable and hidden; you know for sure that it must
be there, you sense its presence, but you could never actually hold it.
I wonder if
the tension between finding the divine gift of synchronization and me is a
result of my fears: my fear of loss, of rejection… Sometimes, it feels better
to run away instead of recklessly diving and struggling for air.
I wish sync
and harmony could naturally flow into my life, but flowing is so foreign. I’ve
been always told to relax and go with the flow –but the flow seemed so
turbulent to me, while it seemed so calm to everyone else.
However, after
lots of profound thinking, I’ve reached a quite satisfying conclusion.
Our life,
which is concurrent with the boundless universe, is overflowing with endless
probabilities –why do I have to believe that I’ve run out of chances? We aren’t
in a marathon. We don’t have a deadline for achieving happiness or finding our
missing jigsaw piece.
So, I could do nothing but wait for whatever clicks with my soul, whatever feels so perfect and comfortable, with no doubtful voice in my head or heavy pretending, and my only solace within waiting is my firm belief that the odds are unpredictable, spontaneous and infinite. This is probably what makes our sources of harmony so cherished and fascinating; they are solely yours among trillions of other probabilities.
Your peace is worth being looked after, and that’s why you shouldn’t twist your soul in order to fit into a so-called harmonious home. It’s not your place if you have to rip your soul apart.