All of us, every single one of us, has the need ingrained in our beings, to belong to something, somewhere, someone. We may try to deny it, to others, to ourselves, try to prove our independence, but the truth is--and here I quote someone wiser than me-- no man is an island and I add: no matter how much he tries to fool himself.
Why am I talking about this?
Maybe is because I'm moving out of my house (yes, once again!) and I'm not sure I want to move into my next house (already found it) because I'm thinking it would be a better use of my money to travel instead of pay rent.
But why is it that the simple thought of not having a house terrifies me?
Strange, isn't it?
I guess the whole "leaving/not leaving" story made my heart fly away to someplace new, and now I don't feel like I belong in the old one. It's hard to leave... but it's even harder to come back when you haven't really left. I guess this Brazilian song says it best: "You're the only one who has the cure for my vice of insisting in missing terribly all that I haven't seen yet."
I definitely have that vice... but haven't found the one who has the cure yet.
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Hey Patricia! It makes me happy that you are writing and using your skills. I like it. Not everyone can put words to feelings and complex situations.
ReplyDeleteI wish I was more like that. Put words to life and feelings in life that I and others may recognize as their own. Thanks for your inspiration.
Mats Gille :)