It was the blue of the sky that suddenly grabbed my attention. Then it was the various shades of green in the trees around me. I was taking a walk in my neighborhood Wednesday afternoon when the beauty around me hit me so hard that it almost hurt my heart to feel it all.
For this moment in time, I couldn’t imagine being in any place on earth more beautiful. I couldn’t imagine anything more perfect than the stunning colors and shades and smells of my surroundings. It wasn’t just beauty, though. It was an emotional feeling that welled up inside.
It was about being in the place called home.
I don’t understand nationalism or patriotism anymore. George Bernard Shaw said, “Patriotism is, fundamentally, a conviction that a particular country is the best in the world because you were born in it….” I don’t have any particular argument at the moment with those who feel differently. I’m just saying that I’ve come to a point in life when I don’t feel connected to a country or a government. But I understand what it means to love the land you call home.

I haven’t learned to stop walking on eggshells around angry people
No matter who you are or what you’ve done, time is your enemy
You’re wrong! If you don’t agree, you’re just an evil, lying moron
In a world full of hate and hurt, love must be a conscious choice
Why can beauty hurt so much? Why do I see her face in the sky?
My ideal woman will never exist, but I keep falling in love with her
We’re all prisoners of a culture which demands that we conform