buttercup's home

home lies not in a person or a place or a thing; it lies in the love you give, in the different light you see things in, in the ways you appreciate things often overlooked upon. home is not the walls which surround you, not the ground you stand on, not the bed you cry yourself to sleep, not the living area where you smell your mother's baked cookies, not in the laugh of your dad which echoes in the entire house, not in the paintings and wallpapers; home is in the flesh which coves your bones, the blood which flows in your body, the lungs you fill air with, the heart it beats in; that's home.  if one places their home in everyone but themselves, it might not always end well; because the idea of home is different for everyone. in the beginning, home to us is the home we grew up in, and if we place it in others; it can be toxic, chaotic, uncomfortable, vengeful and often hurt us in a way which deludes us into thinking it's the home we deserve, for its the only hom...

"In the race of getting through life, we seldom forget to truly live it in its true essence."  how often do we question life? how often do we wonder if we really are living the way we dream of living?  Probably every time when we try to sleep because it's only then that we are left alone with our thoughts.  So, is life a journey, a road, a song, a melody, a tale, or a narrative?  I'd say it's everything which exists between nothingness and fulfilment.  To exist is to be a part of the universe, but to live is to make the universe a part of you.  To love and to laugh, to be kind and hopeful, to have faith and zest even in the darkest of times is to be human; and that's when the universe becomes a part of your soul, a part of you.  We might think our life isn't perfect because it isn't the way we want it to be, but is that really the truth?  Maybe it is, maybe it isn't.  What is perfect then?  Someone once told me, 'it doesn't h...