“If light is in your heart, you will find your way home.”
This road keeps getting stranger and stranger. This path has gone through the pits of hell and the heights of heaven, thrown me into too many incredible people, broken me, mended me, stripped me of everything, given me everything, tossed me and turned me in all its own unimaginable ways, and it has made me.
Truth is, nothing has gone quite according to plan. I am not entirely the person I expected myself to become.
Somehow this path has twisted and turned so many times, and life has given me so many unnecessary, but essential, stops. It’s made me who I am, and I am somehow happy with that.
My only one certain truth, is that I am still walking this road, and wherever it takes me, I hope I’m heading home.
There is this energy greater than hope; something inside me knows I’m heading home.
We all carry this truth inside us.
Somehow we all carry this memory of home. Something inside you reminds me of the home I’d left so long ago, maybe eighteen years ago, and maybe many years before. (Funny that we try to measure these things with our own blurred concept of time.)
Something inside us is walking towards the same destination; clear your road that I may find you there, and perhaps, with any luck, we can walk together.