How to remember and return home? I reckon that's the fundamental inquiry.
My wise friend Vanessa wrote that to me.
I was reflecting on how good we are, or at least I am, at complicating things. The other evening I was floating on the water, watching the sunset from the sea with the person I love. The red sun was gently going down, bleeding into the night. For a short yet everlasting moment, the noisy city seemed far and quiet. It was mesmerizing, and I felt I needed nothing more than that simplicity. But then, soon, the sun was gone, the city was back, and my mind started complicating things again.
And when I shared these thoughts with Vanessa, she sent me that message.
Since that moment, I've been thinking about what it means to return home. What is and where is home? Is it a place out there on in here?
Maybe that's what life is, a long and winding journey of returning home. And in this journey, some of us need to complicate it and lose ourselves so that we can return to that simplicity we recognize as home.
I didn’t take pictures, so I used a photo of the sunset in Doha by Jacki_D from Pixabay