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.

FRIDAY FUNNIES
Death of classmate from past feels like a reminder to change my life
Very few things warm my heart and fill me with joy like babies
I keep trying to find the light, but my choices leave me in darkness
If you allow anything to be priority over love and beauty, you’re a fool
Being hermit looks good as world tries to make me a misanthrope
Our greatest apparent strengths frequently lead to our downfall
Politicians have no right dictating the menu of your kid’s Happy Meal