Wednesday, October 31, 2012

A Call called Home

Home is where the heart is. I believe that, although I have slightly different ideas of where my Home is. Home is not necessarily my house in my hometown. Home is a pleasant feeling I have towards certain people in my life that made me feel so important and alive. It's a place in certain someone's heart where I can simply be myself - where I can express my ideas freely, laugh freely, and love truly - without fear of being judged.  Not that they don't judge, but they accept me for whoever I am.

Just like any home, we could have a condo or bungalow or a cottage which offers certain luxury and limitation. It'll depend on how close and comfortable I am to them. Only I know what kind of home they made me feel but as long as it is home, it always means something to me. Even a call, could make me feel like "home" .
 


 
 

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Give the respect, when the respect is due

There are certain people that you respect. Mainly because of their views, their ideas and their shared humanity values with you. They might disagree with you on one thing, but you could heed to their words on the rest. In other words, you still respect them for what they're worth. You're still inspired by whatever they are doing and you could disregard the fact that you disagree with some of their worldviews.
 
But there are also certain people who you look so high, and they seem so close to you but in the end, they are strangers to you. They simply don't get that they mean so much and their words weigh as much. And so they have different worldviews with you in a way that it actually relate to you. But this time, you're badly hurt. Hurt because the person you looked so high looked down on you or even worst, totally ignored the worthy of your words.. They disagree without any sensitivity and they hold to their views by violating the respect and hope that you have expressed for them. You stopped talking to them.  With all subtlety, you actually lose these people completely. In the end, the closest person to you causes the deepest wound you've ever known. Respect might still exists but the wound is too deep. You're not being judgmental. You're simply.. Hurt.