thesyahii

The concept of your home is a mysterious thing. You want to be there but then you don't to be there.  You grow all your life in a place where you are nurtured. It's like a sweet giant ball of comfort where everything is fine and all happy. The space of your own, the room for your varied thoughts. And as you grow up you find it's not so good after all. It's a mess but a mess you would prefer to stay out of but you can not at the moment. Fights with siblings and parents, quarrels with neighbors, denial of going out permissions, and everything in between. But you fight because this is your home and you don't know where else you can go, where else will you be welcomed with open arms. The struggles won't be of your own only. But when you stumble, you would have a ton of strong shoulders to pick you up. So, you don't run. Well, now you can vouch human being is a social animal. You grow up slowly and steadily making a home out of your own home with the friends of y...