Life.
Life as we know it, it can get really busy, doesn't it?
We go through life looking for different worldly things, acknowledge, pleasure, acceptance, and money.
And these things help define us as it becomes a routine.
What defines us more than where we're from? What defines us more than our home?
But where is home?
Personally, I have moved twice and changed communities three times in the span of three years.
Before all of this happened, I thought of home as where I had grown up.
Makes sense, right?
Even in terms of our childhood, our homes were the backdrop of our childhood memories.
And it's just one of those memories that will stay.
Those posters that we taped on the walls of our room.
Those pencil lines marked on the door jamb as we grew taller.
And those trophies that we collected on the desk.
Even the ones that just say, well, it's greatest friend.
Some say, home is not defined by the structure, but by the people that fill it.
Others say, home is not a place, it's a feeling.
It's the feeling that allows you to be naked, both mentally and physically.
And others say, home is where the heart is.
With the person or in the place that you love the most.
Bits and pieces collected from each of these do define home.
If the definition itself can be summed up into other words,
they would be comfort, warm, security, family, and so on.
But as we grow up, as we grow older, it's so easy for us to also grow in ignorance, to also grow in oblivion.
You see, home is such a powerful concept.
What's the first thing that people ask you when they meet you for the first time?
Where you're from?
It defines you.
Comfort, warmth, family.
What if one of these elements is taken out of the picture?
Would you still consider it home?
If home is where your family is, what if one day your family isn't there anymore?
Is a house even a home when your loved one is gone?
The fact of the matter is, human beings are made to adapt.
Our circumstances continuously change.
The different chapters in our lives put us in different places and among different crowds.
Especially for young ones, when settling down is not even an option.
When life is still about discovering, exploring, and experimenting.
This is why for some, home is still just a concept.
A concept they are constantly looking for.
But does it have to be that way?
Or is it just a matter of the attitude that we portray?
The concept of home has a great deal to do with perspective.
One can say they feel like home when he or she just moves halfway across the world.
While another can feel like they're homesick when they're in the most accepted place.
This is how oblivious perspective can make us feel.
But then again, without perspective, imagine how dull the world would be.
The thing about perspective is, when a story is told,
we focus on a thought.
When a question is asked, we focus on an answer.
And when something happens, we focus on an emotion.
That very reaction of focusing creates perspective.
Life gets really busy, doesn't it?
It gets so busy that it's so easy for us to overlook the smallest things.
Yet, memories themselves are defined by little chunks of time.
Some call them moments.
And life gets so busy that we get so caught up in focusing on different, wealthy things
that we overlook the bigger picture.
The picture that actually matters most in the long run.
You see, while we're busy trying to find who we are in this world,
God is trying to show us who He is in us and His plans in each and every one of our lives.
Now pause and take notice of your surroundings.
Every person, every moment, everything is there around you for a purpose.
So let's learn to not be so oblivious and overlook or underlook that purpose.
Bad things continuously happen.
So good things can continuously take place.
Life goes on.
So you can continuously appreciate it.
And sometimes, because the true meaning of life is found in the depths of love,
that purpose is not just to find your home, but to be the home of someone else.
Life.
Life as we know it.
Can get really busy.
So don't take it for granted.
What is the home? The home is where the heart of the dead lives.
