Where do I belong?
A question I thought of, many times.
We think of home as a place we can always return to.
Something that is touchable.
Visible and perhaps something that is not even movable.
Although we move places and we can differ from a physical place.
I wonder.
Are we moving away or actually staying in the same, different place?
Love can take many turns.
Not only as we know love for others, of humans, beings or in directions.
But also in places, sights, actions and even for ourselves.
When speaking of love, perhaps it is there where it starts.
That place of being with yourself.
Not being in love with ourselves.
Just being.
But how to get there?
An honest question.
I believe it is to think, feel and touch.
To understand the only thing we need to do, is growing up.