Home

Each one of us is a living home—a place to confide. We let people inhabit our lives, leaving fragments of memories. Some are visitors who come and go; some stay for a bit longer, filling our void with conversations—turning the house into a home. Our doors aren't always open; it remains locked to unwelcomed guests. We sometimes keep them open, awaiting someone to walk into our four walls. Some days, we’re left with nothing but silence. Most of us search for the meaning of life like we’re looking for a lost key. Many of us are prodigals; we get lost finding our way back. Eventually, we end up here, where we belong. Perhaps, this is who we are—a place filled with laughter yet abandoned at times. A home away from home.