Regrets she had many, which made her heart ache.
But that wasn’t enough, so she started making amends.
She started with going back “home.”
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so many of us rue the day we, in anger or desperation, left home and struck out on our own. your words catch that moment, and the intervening years of regret. john
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Thank you so much for your kind words, John. 🙂 I’m glad that you could relate to it.
You are absolutely right. “Anger or desperation” are precisely the two things that make us take decisions that we regret later, be it actually leaving the home we grew up in or the things that always made us feel at home.
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This is where it all started. So it is where you can find yourself again.
A pleasure to discover a new tiny tale, which I like very much Mia.
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Thank you so much for your appreciation, Marie! 🙂
“Home” is indeed the starting point or rather whatever made us realize who we are. That is where we can rediscover ourselves, especially when we feel lost.
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That final line is haunting in a way. I like it. Good story!
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Thank you so much for your appreciation, C. D. 🙂
We all have something or the other which we left and regret. To go back to it would be like going back home. Or literally, our house. Whichever suits you! 🙂
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Another great one, Mia! Really, you might want to start thinking about doing this thing for a living!
Getting back to today’s offering, isn’t it always the way? When we were young, we wanted nothing more than to leave behind everything up to that point, to forge our own unique places in the world. It’s inevitable, just part of growing up.
Another part is maturity, the realization that, cool as the new place is, what once was isn’t too bad either. In fact, it’s often irreplaceable. Even when bridges weren’t burned, much ground must be covered to get back there. If it still exists. For some, unfortunately, it doesn’t.
You know what? Our turn will come. Someday, we’ll be part of the world that’s jettisoned with enthusiasm. When that happens, will we remember what it was like? Will we still offer a home to which the prodigals will return years later? Maybe we’ll be smarter than we were when we “were” young!
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Thank you so much for both your kind words as well as your wonderful input that I look forward to! 🙂
Ah! Doing this for a living… That has been my heart’s desire for oh, so long! But apparently, no one gets anything till its time comes. I have a manuscript for a novel that’s been doing the rounds for sometime now but nothing has really transpired. So I’m still doing for a living what I otherwise trained for.
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It’s really heartwarming to know that someone else also thinks that I can actually live off it. 🤗
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As for the tale, I wrote thinking of “home” as something or someone we left behind and then regretted it as hell. So how can we ever start feeling better unless and until we go back? You are right. This has a lot to do with maturity. Once it strikes, bit by bit, we realize the unnecessary mess we often created for ourselves. If we are lucky, we might still have a chance. If not, we get a lesson for life.
As for our turn to do something for the next generation, we can only advise them and expect them to not listen to us, just the way we did with our elders. But when they decide to make amends, let us be there for them, just like we wish our folks to catch us when we fall. 😇
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Didn’t Franklin get it 250 years ago? “Experience’s tuition is steep, but some will learn in no other school.”
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Very true!
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You’re so true to your heart 💙💙💙
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Thank you so much for saying so, Samyak! I try. 🙂💙
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