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 understand all you’re saying, but what if I’ve waited too late?’
There’s pain in many faces I see, as reality doesn’t match dreams
Does this look like a child abuser? Voters must not have thought so
Without hope for a better future, depression grabs us by the throat
Nature made me like my mother, but my father tried to erase that
Deep-seated shame makes it hard for me to take my needs seriously
Cancer unexpectedly took Lucy before old age could finish her
Unmet childhood needs trigger addiction as I try to fill inner hole