House and Home
Every human is an architect, a builder, a creator; masters of our own environments and forger of our own perceptions. We build walls to keep us safe, doors to shut out danger, and windows to remind us that what we create for ourselves is not all that is. It is only from the inside, in solitude, that we feel safe to look at others who pass us by and wonder if they are thinking, afraid, as we are. Afraid that without our walls and doors and windows, what is left is not impressive, not lovable, but weak, fragile, strange, and alone.
Every human has a home, a body, a mind, a soul; their domain and theirs alone to own and control as they wish. Yet outside of this comfort zone, this indisputable, unconquerable territory, the world behaves on its own, drowning out the individual in a sea of the many. Outside of our houses, we act as the world does, think as the world does, fall into the crowd and obey, lest we come apart from the masses and be trampled.
Every human wants control, to change the crowd, to have what they want, to be validated. We all have different desires, but we want to know we're not alone, that we are not the only ones with thought and feeling in the mass we place ourselves in.
Every human can break away. Tear away your windows, your doors, your walls, and see that home never leaves.
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