A Road Agent always makes it home.
Home
Is a home where you live?
The people you live with?
Is it a bar, or a house, or a feeling?
Does it matter?
We are all walking towards it. Maybe home is your love wrapped in your arms. Maybe it is some kind of eternal salvation. Maybe it is the first bite of an apple, or the first sip of wine. You have a home. You may not even know where or what that is but you are walking towards it. And you will make it there. Because we all do.
There is a candle in the window.
There is someone that loves you on the other side of the journey.
You may not know them. they may not know you. They may not be who you think they are. But they are there. They may not be a person. It may be an idea, a place, a glimpse of what joy we can have here, or in the afterlife. It just doesn't matter. All that matters is that you will make it.
If you walk.
You are reading this right now, and you are thinking. It may be, "Yes Yes Amen," it may be, "Heretic," it may just be a simple, "Idiot." But somewhere inside of you, you know that there is a home for you out there. My road, and my rules may not be what you are looking for, and they may lead to a home that you don't want to understand, or feel you can never understand. But you have a road to walk too.
And right now, this world it is telling you, "Don't walk home. Stay right where you are. There is enough comfort for all of us, and you don't even have to share that. Just sit tight and we will try to give you a 'home' that you can accept. All you have to do is sell us your time, and then when we give you the money for your time, spend it on your 'home'." Or it is telling you, "These are madmen that want to destroy our perfect lives. Look at all that we have, why would we ever want to go back?"
Why indeed?
Because sometimes back is the only way forward. Because when you sit you never make it home. So you have to get up. You have to awake and see for yourself that there is more to life than this. More to life than collecting stuff. More to life than money. There is helping the hurting. There is changing the world for the better. There is a road to walk.
A home to reach.
And every Road Agent, always makes it home.
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2 comments:
I had a conversation with a female friend.
She was upset at where she lived. Her husband had inherited a beautiful home in the valley on the outskirts of the city of Albuquerque. She said to her though, it didn't feel like home.
I said, "So you are unhappy with who you are?"
She said, "Um, I don't think so..."
I chuckled. "What a telling response. I think if you were happy with yourself, you would be happy here. When they say, home is where the heart is I don't think it means 'place', it means state of mind. Home is where your heart is. If your heart is unhappy, then home is nowhere. If your heart is content and knows where it is and what it wants. Home can be a palace or a dumpster."
If this conversation were today I would have added. Your heart will always find its way home. Just keep walking.
Lord knows I have to. Maybe that is my problem. I'm unhappy with myself. SO I just keep walking.
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