Home

Home.

Whatever race, skin colour or ethnic group you belong to, it is a word, a concept, that makes the heart swell with longing.

Home can be ancient ancestral lands, or a new place that one has built on his own.

Home can even be found in the eyes of the beloved.

But we all need it, yearn for it, know that without a home of some sort, we are incomplete.

I know now, looking at my family, the photos, the memories, the joy, the anguish, the sorrow, the pain, where home is.

I look into the eyes of my newly discovered beloved, and I realise there are things no sentient beings, as egoistic as they pride themselves about, can live without.

As much as I complain about the origins of my birth, the way things work, the good and the bad, even something as blatently stupid as the hot weather, I still can't find it in myself to deny, home is where my heart resides.

To hell with overseas prospects being better.

For a better future, such things have rob me of my present.

To make big money, own a big house, drive a big car, but have not enough memories in one's life to carry with him, is that what one would call living?

With all things aside, as much as most of you envy me, I, in return, envy you.

I still long to know what a real interview feels like, I want to feel the anticipation, the disappointment when a company I've applied to calls me, the feeling of having nothing that when anything new conjures before my eyes, I'm filled with unspeakable awe.

But most of all, I envy you who have never been forced to leave home and be place into a position where you no longer have a choice but to part with the one your heart yearns for.

Home, a sanctuary where my heart shall always reside.