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| HOME BELLY Where your heart is |
Homeward bound. That means I now have to relax, take some time out, and probably do some stupid stuff all night. Even when I'm at work, the thought of going home seemed like an eternity, a necessary break from the monotony of office work. When the clock strikes 4 in the afternoon, I busy myself thinking about my itinerary home, most of which it seemed don't have any meaning at all, like lying on the couch, eating squash seeds. I simply love when I depart from work; it is as if I'm in for a long vacation, something that most of us easily take for granted.
Home is where your heart is, they say. It is where you get your inspiration, your reason for being before you place your bet somewhere else. How fortunate it would be if you have a setting like that. Though it would not be a perfect home, I guess, but it would be something you could probably call it your own. Like when your dad's away from work, and mom would tuck you in, even in her meticulous knitting, just to maintain that home atmosphere. Chances are you will not probably realize its importance early on, not until you will have your own family to take care of. Home is an integral part of a family's system--- its heart.
You can’t imagine life without a home. It is as if your heart is taken away from you. Although far it be from to suggest that those who don’t have a home don’t have any feelings at all, but I guess these are the people who needed that heart, in the first place. Not really just an emotional home, but a physical home as well. They grew up wandering around; looking for that hallowed ground they probably missed for a very long time. It is the one journey they would like to have.
I can do whatever I want when I’m at home. I couldn’t care less even when my son’s toys are scattered all over the house, dirty laundries piling up in bunches and my books in complete disarray. Nobody dares to put a restraining order on it. This is where you leave your things unattended and still find it in the same position the morning after, and you're free to do whatever you want. The idea being is that this is where the fun takes place, unless, of course, when it has become a disturbance at some point. Otherwise, a home is a place without having to say you’re sorry at all.
Going home also means you have had enough. I don’t mean that in a negative way though, but going home, suffice it to say, is actually looking at life coming home to roost. Like a final resting place from all the hard work that is being done for the day. How precious it would be if the idea of home means that you’re going to spend some time with the ones you truly care, your son perhaps or your pet dog Blondie. It sends something meaningful to the idea of family or relationship for that matter, it gives it a compelling reason to stay; a contentment. And going home may well be an indication that your life had come full circle somehow.
I love going home. Other than being with your family on a Friday afternoon, your home can be a necessary refuge after all. This is where you hide from your problems, where you sing at the top of your lungs, where you run naked when nobody’s around. It is a place where there are no restrictions, except of course, when someone’s peeping around the house. There’s always a sense of security every time you’re in it, a sense that you’re free to do some things at your own phase, at your own expense, no pressures at all, unless your family is the one giving you the pressure (but that is another story, nonetheless). Going home somehow gives us a way out of our problems.
We can even shed a tear in there without the prying eyes of the world. That is probably the one amenity in it that continues to make an impression despite the demands of foster homes and self-help institutions. Nobody can take away the thought of crying in front of a soap opera on TV in the privacy of your own room, a unique privilege as far as home is concerned. Not only that our homes becoming a refuge as it is, it can also be a subterfuge in itself, concealing our deepest hurts within its own comforts, giving ease to a potentially hurting situation which, most of the time, can only come outside of our turfs.
Always take pleasure in going home. Not everybody has had that privilege to be able to appreciate its joy and its consoling nature. Though I know some of us don’t even like to go home for a lot of reasons, but that is more of a loss than a gain. Your home might not be that ideal after all, that it did not live up to what you had in mind, that your daddy is always out and your mom is not washing the dishes on the sink, but you can make a difference by practically being there even if they’re not. You can even start by feeling at home, in the first place. Going home has never been this good; it is a kind of sendoff after your own heart.
Home is where your heart is, they say. It is where you get your inspiration, your reason for being before you place your bet somewhere else. How fortunate it would be if you have a setting like that. Though it would not be a perfect home, I guess, but it would be something you could probably call it your own. Like when your dad's away from work, and mom would tuck you in, even in her meticulous knitting, just to maintain that home atmosphere. Chances are you will not probably realize its importance early on, not until you will have your own family to take care of. Home is an integral part of a family's system--- its heart.
You can’t imagine life without a home. It is as if your heart is taken away from you. Although far it be from to suggest that those who don’t have a home don’t have any feelings at all, but I guess these are the people who needed that heart, in the first place. Not really just an emotional home, but a physical home as well. They grew up wandering around; looking for that hallowed ground they probably missed for a very long time. It is the one journey they would like to have.
I can do whatever I want when I’m at home. I couldn’t care less even when my son’s toys are scattered all over the house, dirty laundries piling up in bunches and my books in complete disarray. Nobody dares to put a restraining order on it. This is where you leave your things unattended and still find it in the same position the morning after, and you're free to do whatever you want. The idea being is that this is where the fun takes place, unless, of course, when it has become a disturbance at some point. Otherwise, a home is a place without having to say you’re sorry at all.
Going home also means you have had enough. I don’t mean that in a negative way though, but going home, suffice it to say, is actually looking at life coming home to roost. Like a final resting place from all the hard work that is being done for the day. How precious it would be if the idea of home means that you’re going to spend some time with the ones you truly care, your son perhaps or your pet dog Blondie. It sends something meaningful to the idea of family or relationship for that matter, it gives it a compelling reason to stay; a contentment. And going home may well be an indication that your life had come full circle somehow.
I love going home. Other than being with your family on a Friday afternoon, your home can be a necessary refuge after all. This is where you hide from your problems, where you sing at the top of your lungs, where you run naked when nobody’s around. It is a place where there are no restrictions, except of course, when someone’s peeping around the house. There’s always a sense of security every time you’re in it, a sense that you’re free to do some things at your own phase, at your own expense, no pressures at all, unless your family is the one giving you the pressure (but that is another story, nonetheless). Going home somehow gives us a way out of our problems.
We can even shed a tear in there without the prying eyes of the world. That is probably the one amenity in it that continues to make an impression despite the demands of foster homes and self-help institutions. Nobody can take away the thought of crying in front of a soap opera on TV in the privacy of your own room, a unique privilege as far as home is concerned. Not only that our homes becoming a refuge as it is, it can also be a subterfuge in itself, concealing our deepest hurts within its own comforts, giving ease to a potentially hurting situation which, most of the time, can only come outside of our turfs.
Always take pleasure in going home. Not everybody has had that privilege to be able to appreciate its joy and its consoling nature. Though I know some of us don’t even like to go home for a lot of reasons, but that is more of a loss than a gain. Your home might not be that ideal after all, that it did not live up to what you had in mind, that your daddy is always out and your mom is not washing the dishes on the sink, but you can make a difference by practically being there even if they’re not. You can even start by feeling at home, in the first place. Going home has never been this good; it is a kind of sendoff after your own heart.
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