They say that home is where the heart is. There are two types of people in this world. Those free sprits for whom home is hindrance – and those for whom home is the anchor, their refuge, the place where they replenish and find comfort.
When life is young, you feel that the people you’ve built your world around, are not just constellations circling your space, but actually are your space. You somehow mistake them for home.
It is only when the circumstances of ones life, bear down heavy on ones heart, does one seek a true home – a sanctuary.
You ultimately realise that Home is not really other people. It is actually you, and only you at your best and your worst. For we are all our best and our worst made one.
Radical Human 