Have you ever had the feeling that you only live in a house and not in a home?
House- a structure made of either wood, gravel and sand, cement, irons, or combinations in which people live; a residence for human beings that provides one of the basic physiologic need - protection from endeavors.
Home - a house lived by family filled with love and affection living with pleasant connotations and provides two of Abraham Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs - Safety and security, and Love and Belongingness.
For almost a month now, I really feel homeless. Yes, I may have family but I don't really feel I belong. I apologize but I don't really mean to feel this way (who else does?). The habitation is calm and yet I simply find it hard to come across with tranquility. At the moment, I already have the idea of giving up everything. Maybe it's about time to give something little for myself. When I sacrificed my identity, I left nothing for myself except only the feeling of expectation that soon I will be loved. For almost 20 years, I just keep on expecting but still, my presence seems to be too little to be recognized. I'm sorry if because of me, all dreams failed. I deeply and sincerely apologize for the troubles I caused. I do not intend to have this situation happen. If only I can predict, maybe it's already me who did something when I was still in the womb to prevent further damage of your dreams. I can't chase myself now. I already forgot who I should be. My identity was misled by the so much life’s demands. I am contented and satisfied with the sacrifices I made. For sure I will keep on doing more. What I just want is at least even a little appreciation of my existence. Do I demand that much?
Isn’t it stupid that we allow a person whom we barely know and whom we just met to destroy the fruits of our past and to dictate our future by investing all our emotions in the belief that he/she can provide the happiness that we would need to last our lifetime? Isn’t it amazing how society can make us believe that we can leave the very people who have molded us into who we are just for this certain “special someone”? Isn’t it ironic how almost everyone subject themselves to emotional anxiety and pains in search of what they call ‘LOVE’, when in fact, nobody can even provide a single (and universally accepted) definition of this word, when nobody can guarantee an end when the journey begins? It only hurts when I’m awake. In my dreams you love me more. You let me hold you for as long as I want to and you never let go or back away from me. You let me kiss you in public no matter how passionate or sensual that kiss may be. You listen to everything I have to say even if they don’t mean j...
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P.S - Ngayon ko lang napansin yung 'Ohana" Ohana means family, and family means nobody gets left behind. Or forgotten. ;)
cheer up dads, ayt? :D
always remember you have a home in the hearts of the bloggers. *hug*
i also know that feeling. i guess it's a feeling most of us share... sadly. haayy. kuyaa.
OHANA!
sa lilo and stitch. i love what lilo says.. just as what LA has posted.
minsan ganun talga ang pamilya, pero matututunan mo ding tanggapin yan
aaus din ang lahat
ganyan din ako minsan e
nakakaramdam ng ganyan