Making Home Out of People

For those who’s still looking for the meaning of home, shall we find the courage in embracing dark as well as just lights

Today we watched a group of birds flying into the thin, tangerine sky as the sun drips into the end of the sea and the night has begun to create a new day. Something inside me screams happy voices as we spend every tick the clock made, but the other half of me is silently mourning. Knowing this moment would soon pass us over

Was it a blessing to have some people who felt like home? or was it a delayed pain?

perhaps it is a mix of both

I once learned that life is like a book, because

“Every chapter has its own person and every person has its own chapter, because every beginning has an end, and every end is a new beginning”

I believe that’s what we’ve been taught this whole time, and I know it very well. But yet the heart couldn’t accept it quite as well

Sometimes I think about how unfortunate it is that we are faced with the fact that memories are not tangible things that we can hold on to. They will either be remembered for some time or fade with times

And same goes with people

No matter how much we long for them to stay, some may not be there for long in our lives. Some may find their way to come back, some may not, some are lucky enough to stay for years, and some just happen to accompany us for a short while

And as sad as it sounds, it’s also a beautiful reminder that everything in our surroundings is just temporary, shall we appreciate it while we’re living with it

And so, was it wrong to look at people as home?

Was it a fool act to want to share a bit of our heart with the ones that we trust?

for the fact that we know everyone will pass

or not so great at keeping parts

for the fact that people are like rivers

ever-changing ever-flowing

But then again, any moment might be our last

and what good is it to hold ourselves back only for something we might possibly regret in the past?

for the fact that we all soon turn into ash

my home is my own heart for my soul to live, a place where I always come back

normally I’d left the door locked, afraid of what the outside world would bring

but for now, I will take the courage to open it

allowing people to come in

to let other souls live inside me, even if that means to share a bit part of it

I know it won’t be as tidy

Perhaps will create some mess

But I think it’s better than leaving it locked, empty, along with those tiny dust slowly collecting itself to hide under the rug

And so I said, it might not be the best thing to do, some may say it’s wrong

Perhaps a fool act to say it is true

for there are days when these souls are going to different places

for there are days when wandering is better than staying

for there are days when it’s going to be this one soul all alone again

But for the remaining days, I hope we can share this home as best as we can, visiting each other’s place and painting each wall with beautiful hues, living our most gracious moment as we go, and turning the space that once soulless into the home we always want ourselves to have

For every soul that brings kindness and warmth to my home, I am thankful for life that for once, our paths have crossed, and that we all have delivered our purpose to each other

To have our happiness, laughter, sadness, tears, and fears shared

Because those days are some of the best days that I have lived, the ones that made me realize life is worth living, the feeling of waking up every morning filled with excitement about what the day could bring

If I can learn anything, it may be that that’s how a life should be lived, or how I would like my life to be lived

to feel everything at its fullest

to feel certain things by heart

to give and to take

and sometimes, to lose

There is so much peace in knowing that we are going to be okay on our own. That at some point in our life, people will go and all we have is ourselves

But there’s also peace in letting these beautiful souls come and stay

Immersing ourselves in parts of them as they are with us. Relying on each other shoulders during those silent nights. Slowly learning every lesson each one of them gives. As well as trying to understand to keep what is remain

I know this messy way won’t make us complete

not because it’s risky, but simply because we’re humans built out of incomplete

For every step and path we go, I hope we can be generous in sharing our home with these kindest souls. spent every blessing hour living, instead of worrying

For the fact that our life is only happening at this moment

For the fact that pain and heartbreaks are also parts of living

For the fact that there’s no such thing as eternity

And for the home we always talked about having