“Home… hard to know what it is if you’ve never had one
Home… I can’t say where it is but I know I'm going home
That's where the hurt is”
Home… I can’t say where it is but I know I'm going home
That's where the hurt is”
By U2
Home is a small word but its meaning is not small at all!
It is often said that the two most important things in life are health and love. I dare to say that in fact, all we need is a home.
Our first home is, of course, our family. As we arrive, the blood connection is not only the cause of our existence, but it is also the first sight of love we get and therefore, we feel at home. This is why we frequently associate home with the house we live in because it is the environment which we know better and the place where safety and comfort is usually taken for granted, since family is “always there for you”.
Then, when we start to go to school, we find ourselves on our own for the very first time and, obviously, we feel the need to establish a second connection in this world. That happens every time we make a friend: the power and also the benefit of being able to choose whoever we like and include that person in our life. By doing so, we are expanding our “home”.
Later in life, while our personality is developing, a third and, perhaps, more magical connection takes place: the one we build without involving other people, a link that simply happens or appears. By that I mean, for example, the love for music, arts, literature, sports and the things that make you feel better as you get to know more and more about yourself and about the world that surrounds you.
As we grow older we become aware of other links that play a huge role within our character and in our place in society: how nature can by itself, be like a home to us. For instance, we all love the beach because while our body feels the sun, sand and water, we feel alive; even when we admire a landscape we feel we belong there, just like when we smell the pure and fresh air of the woods.
Another interesting connection is the bond we create with the culture of our country or region. Most of the time, we only notice that this link exists when we leave or move home, when we travel or live abroad. But it is there, even if we have the opportunity to be acquainted with other cultures that may as well turn into a piece of us.
Thus, besides realising that our home holds our life, we can also assume that our home gets bigger and fuller thanks to the many connections we set up as time goes by. Home is the result of a healthy and loving life: “A house is made of walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.”
It is often said that the two most important things in life are health and love. I dare to say that in fact, all we need is a home.
Our first home is, of course, our family. As we arrive, the blood connection is not only the cause of our existence, but it is also the first sight of love we get and therefore, we feel at home. This is why we frequently associate home with the house we live in because it is the environment which we know better and the place where safety and comfort is usually taken for granted, since family is “always there for you”.
Then, when we start to go to school, we find ourselves on our own for the very first time and, obviously, we feel the need to establish a second connection in this world. That happens every time we make a friend: the power and also the benefit of being able to choose whoever we like and include that person in our life. By doing so, we are expanding our “home”.
Later in life, while our personality is developing, a third and, perhaps, more magical connection takes place: the one we build without involving other people, a link that simply happens or appears. By that I mean, for example, the love for music, arts, literature, sports and the things that make you feel better as you get to know more and more about yourself and about the world that surrounds you.
As we grow older we become aware of other links that play a huge role within our character and in our place in society: how nature can by itself, be like a home to us. For instance, we all love the beach because while our body feels the sun, sand and water, we feel alive; even when we admire a landscape we feel we belong there, just like when we smell the pure and fresh air of the woods.
Another interesting connection is the bond we create with the culture of our country or region. Most of the time, we only notice that this link exists when we leave or move home, when we travel or live abroad. But it is there, even if we have the opportunity to be acquainted with other cultures that may as well turn into a piece of us.
Thus, besides realising that our home holds our life, we can also assume that our home gets bigger and fuller thanks to the many connections we set up as time goes by. Home is the result of a healthy and loving life: “A house is made of walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.”
2 comments:
Hey bea, first of all, thanks for your comments!
I think that the word "home" is really difficult to describe. You wrote "Our first home is, of course, our family", although I feel the same the truth is a lot of children don´t have families and all over the world are so many young people suffering from parental abuse, you know? But of course, home should always be connected with family.
Just another thing... loved this sentence "A house is made of walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams", where is this from? Did you wrote it? It´s great!!
noup Cátia, I didn't come up with that sentence...it's a quote I found on the Internet...I thought it was quite nice :) I'm glad u liked it too!
of course I know that not everybody has something to call "home"...but as I wrote, there are several connections, by that I mean that our home can exist in a friendship, in a landscape, a song...but I also think that even those who don't have a loving family think that they miss the thing that we most of the time call "home".
I've got this horrible cold (it seems like my throat and ears are burning), that's why I was absent today, can you tell me what you guys did in class?
btw, did the teacher like our blog?
* thanks
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