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.

When we’re scared of real love, we can panic if someone loves us
FRIDAY FUNNIES
Peace won’t come until you quit obeying long-gone programmers
No ebooks for me: Reading is about more than simply absorbing data
U.S. debt per capita worse than basket cases such as Greece
How can we be lonely while we’re surrounded by billions of people?
They’re just images of past love, but I can’t make them go away
Nothing new here: Russell Brand pushing same old socialist idiocy