Quest for home
Are you there yet?
We hustle every day.
You…me, everyone around us.
Take a pause and have a look around you.
Everyone is always going somewhere, doing something, striving to achieve something…solve something, or get something.
It’s neverending…this hustle.
Ever wondered why?
I have realized lately, it’s all for one thing.
To go HOME.
To rest.
To lay our heads down.
To feel known, loved, and accepted.
To someone who makes a house a home.
The very fortunate few have both these things in the same place…the someone and the house.
I thought I had it too, but life has taught me otherwise.
Those who know me already know I’ve been hustling hard…to get home.
I worry that maybe all of us are so focused on the fucking destination that we are missing out on the beauty of this journey…
This journey of life...
No matter what it looks like, a struggle, a tragedy, a heartbreak, an unrequited love story, a hustle to make a home with someone, or a hustle to get out of…
