At the hardest of times, it is the hardy plant that grows on the sidewalk, though faded and dull, that deserves the recognition of others, not the glorious sunflower, nor the lovely roses that grow on the tender garden beds.
Aye.
Home. Never been better, never been surer, never been more at home.
"'Absence makes the heart fonder, or does it allow the mind to wonder?''
I'd asked myself that at the start. And three weeks later, I'd only answer, kinda abit of both.
We do really take for granted privileges and certain perks that we're showered with, most, if not all of the times. I do, at the very least. Like for instance, how most of us have our parents to thank dearly during the last minute in-the-morning rush hour traffic jam rushes when we get up late and can't get to class on time. Or simply the fact that we're showered with their love and blessing with every wake up call to start the day off, or that breakfast is done especially for you from your parents in a bid to keep their precious child full up and ready to tackle the oncoming day with vigor. All in the minor details. Yeah.
But oddly the irony always lies in the fact that we children, pampered and conditioned as always since birth, as I believe most of us have the privilege of, aren't grateful at most times for all that we're provided with. Why so, I don't believe I can account for. Over reliance, taking it for granted, the list, inexhaustive. And we're only making excuses and pointing our fingers, (note how privileged we are to have them), And I think, only in the absence of it, does one only feel the sore lacking of it. Like something or a part of you that has been muffled, an inherent slice of your character that has been silenced.
3 weeks. For a start, it ain't a long period of time. All that the traveler would choose to tell himself when his flight gets canceled and his return postponed. After all, who doesn't enjoy the out of home holiday that we rarely are allowed?
3 weeks.
Of waking up at the wee hours of the morning.
Of aye, taking care of practically all of ones personal needs and cares, all by yourself.
2009 was ''Away from Home'' in theory, hahah. Who would come to think 2010 would include practical sessions. The whole deal, eh?
When we're granted with the freedom and our own calls for our own time allocation, how many of us would faithfully adhere to it? I wouldn't, at times. And for that, I am, really grateful for the people around myself for the reminder again and again of who I am and what I am here for. Today, if I'd review this again years down the road, is the first of 21 I'm back, at home.
Hasn't been the most pleasant, but at the very least, I'm home, and I'm enjoying every moment of it. (:
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New perspectives, new directions, new opinions.
Perhaps it's best if people were allowed to learn from their falls. Fall, and when no one would be there to pick you up again, understand, such is life. We've our own battles, and to each man, fight your own fights, its the least one can do. But if you've chosen to call quits and leave the battlefield back facing your opponent, whine not when you are brought down, hard, you deserved it. And as much as I would detest to, some people, some, sorely deserve a 'grow up' in their faces. This ain't your golden childhood days of bliss and innocence anymore. Do what you want, anytime you want, and leave the implications for others to bear, you think? Grow up.
It is really a wonder, how the minds of others tick.
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Home, Daughtry.
I'm staring out into the night, trying to hide the pain
I'm going to the place where love
And feeling good don't ever cost a thing
And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain
Well, I'm going home, back to the place where I belong
And where your love has always been enough for me
I'm not running from, no, I think you got me all wrong
I don't regret this life I chose for me
But these places and these faces are getting old
So I'm going home, well I'm going home
The miles are getting longer, it seems, the closer I get to you
I've not always been the best man or friend for you
But your love it makes true and I don't know why
You always seem to give me another try
So I'm going home, back to the place where I belong
And where your love has always been enough for me
I'm not running from, no, I think you got me all wrong
I don't regret this life I chose for me
But these places and these faces are getting old
Be careful what you wish for 'cause you just might get it all
You just might get it all and then some you don't want
Be careful what you wish for 'cause you just might get it all
You just might get it all, yeah
Oh, well I'm going home, back to the place where I belong
And where your love has always been enough for me
I'm not running from, no, I think you got me all wrong
I don't regret this life I chose for me
But these places and these faces are getting old
I said these places and these faces are getting old
So I'm going home, I'm going home
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Well well well, hahah.
I like especially how the day(8) post played out.
Goodbye Grandpa, goodbye Grandma, said the little boy.
Both instances, the people in question passed away.
And in the case of Goodbye Daddy, well, Daddy was so frightened at all measures he avoided potential fatal incidents by keeping himself indoor the whole of the day. But the twist came when, apparently, a person was actually inflicted the same way the words of the little boy like Grandpa and Grandma: the mailman. Goodbye Daddy, the mailman? Adultery, explains why the wife was that worked up?! Hahah. x)
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