I have a Home. Not a physical home of four walls with windows and a roof, but an "imaginary" home. Trudging along the winding roads, I'm grappled by frustration, a sense of failure, mental chaos, disillusionment, disappointment and a lot more. As I put my tired feet on the walkway, the weariness withers. With each step the baggage of trouble and annoyance loses its grip and as I glance at the doorstep, I feel at peace. Crossing over the doorway I look around and sense the aromatic fragrance of what comprises of a home--love, care, affection, respect. And as I peer over the sill where my baggages lay, I know I can get over them, and in "my Home",I bow with gratitude each day.
SpeckyCaterpillar👓🐛
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