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.

Playing it safe isn’t good enough; I have to do things that might fail
How would you live differently if you knew when death was coming?
Autumn color has finally arrived,
Chance encounter with woman leaves me grateful for my health
When does healthy love become nothing but unhealthy obsession?
Would life be better without news? Maybe it’s all just distracting trivia
Until we experience awakening, we’re blind to truth in our hearts
How do we protect innocent and still keep peace in civil society?