I feel a bit melancholic. Decisions have to be taken. Where to go? Do we want to stay?... I am like in exile, looking for a place I could settle in, looking for a land to plant and grow my roots.
I am looking for more than twenty years now. After the first time leaving home, coming back didn’t feel like it. Since, I am looking. And while looking, I learned. Learned that Home is not a place, but the people you live with. Learned that Family is made with the people you keep close to your heart, being related by blood or not. Home is where Family is, wherever this can be.
I count myself as lucky. I found the building stone of my Family, the one that count, soon after starting my looking. Or shall I say, I found this soul that complete mine, and we started to look for the place to call home… just to realize we were there already.
Nevertheless, we are still looking for a place. Thus, the time for decision taking, again… feeling like in exile and a bit melancholic. Reading stories, long and short, to avoid thinking too much and taking a break… but ending thinking.
Thinking of a different matter altogether. What if I never found my other half, my soul mate? Would I be one of these souls I met in the stories? These are beautiful souls. Wise and compassionate, experiencing joy and sadness, happiness and pain, struggling but all the same accepting. These are beautiful souls that no doubt tell us about their creators…
I met Grandma Cerulea in La Bastille[1]. She is wise as can be. She talked about soul mates and love. She made me want to chase those souls in the stories, to find them and see if they got to be reunited with their other halves in the end…
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[1]La Bastille is written by BigDaddyBamBam. Published on Wattpad. Link below
http://www.wattpad.com/story/8482839-la-bastille-manxboy
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Short StoryThey are beautiful souls. They are wise, compassionate, forgiving and accepting. They are inspired by my reading, these characters profound and sincere, complex and so lovable despite, sometimes, their rudeness.