Losing Home Is More Common Than You Think!!
As per Taylor’s words in London Boy; home is where the heart is, I have had multiple homes but not anymore. And no, this ain’t about me. This is just a small intro where I will be telling than home can be memories, places no one thinks are beautiful, things you hold the most dear and lastly people. But have you ever thought how people, who had thousands of homes, end up with only one of few homes?
Losing home is more common than you think. A general observation that I made brought me to this conclusion that we can lose home any second, any moment. It doesn’t take a lot of bruises and wordy battles to lose your home.
A Sentence, A word, and sometimes it only takes a gesture to lose the home. It is not that easy to make one but once you have made a home you don’t know what is the next thing that will make you homeless. It is more common than you think because people lose their homes every day, with every breath you take there is someone who loses a home they have made with struggles, love, affection, and whatnot. So no, it’s not always fights that will make you homeless. Sometimes, a small nod in your direction, a small smirk on your downfall, a small frown on your success is enough for you to be homeless.
And the people who have always emotionally invested in the homes find it suffocating when they lose it. They feel like their whole world is falling apart. And no, even if you have a thousand homes, losing even one of them breaks you equally. And imagine if, God forbid, someone lost their homes simultaneously. How would someone cope up then? you might think they die.
But look at yourself. Did you die? No you didn’t. See, because you thought that those people are your whole entire world. That those things are what keeps you going. But the second they treat you worthless, the second they show a gesture that shatters you or that thing just suddenly vanishes into thin air, you feel suffocated. But, not dead! You are still alive even after you are standing on the ruins of all those homes. Even if there’s only one home left, or even if there’s none. Even when it’s Harappa and there’s nothing left for you but just the sand. You still don’t die.
Home might make us strong but being homeless makes us capable of doing things we thought we’d never be able to do. You thought you can live without them, look at yourself right now. Aren’t you living without them? You are and I AM SO PROUD OF YOU. That despite standing on the ruins of all these homes, you are standing tall. Yes, I know you bent down and thought you’d stay like that forever but it also didn’t last long. I’d like to end it again by quoting Taylor Swift. As she says in Wildest Dreams Nothing lasts forever
