Conheço esta frase há algum tempo, e de certa forma não conseguia entender bem o seu significado.
Pela definição em inglês: Prov. People long to be at home; Your home is whatever place you long to be; something that you say which means that your true home is with the person or in the place that you love most
Sempre pensei que "home" (lar) era onde temos nossa família, amigos e tudo o que faz parte de nosso dia-a-dia e história. Mas ao mesmo tempo não me sentia tão presa ao lugar onde tenho tudo isso (diferente de me sentir ligad às pessoas), mas sentia que meu coração estava em outros lugares também. Costumo dizer que sou uma cidadã do mundo, apesar de não ter conhecido 'o mundo' ainda, mas é um objetivo. Recentemente me (re)descobri uma completa apaixonada pelo mundo, pelas culturas, por conhecer os países, por viajar... E então voltei pensar no significado dessa frase.
Aonde é meu lar? Sim, amo minha família, cidade, país (apesar dos pesares) etc... mas somente aqui é meu lar? Por que então sinto que meu lar é qualquer lugar para onde eu queira ir? Afinal, o mundo é de todos. O simples fato de eu ter nascido no Brasil não me torna exclusiva daqui. Há tanta coisa para ver, tanta coisa para aprender...
E assim descobri o significado de "home where is the heart is". Meu lar é aqui, é também em Buenos Aires, New York, Sydney, Paris, London, Barcelona, e tantas outras cidades, países (poderia enumerar por horas).
Meu coração não está preso a um só lugar, no entanto estou parada no mesmo lugar há muito tempo, e preciso conhecer os outros lugares onde 'moro'.
Definitivamente sua nacionalidade não define seu lugar moradia, mas sim onde o seu coração está. =)
Seja porque você tem um amigo, um familiar, um pouco de sua história, interesse, naquele destino, se seu coração deseja estar ali, ali também é seu lar.
Eu desejo que todas as pessoas que tenham seu coração habitando por todos os lugares no mundo, possam visitar seu lar e ter uma ótima estadia e recepção, assim como desejo para mim.
Palavras de ordem na minha vida: Próxima parada? Para onde vou agora?
Já ouviram essa expressão, "Sleep on it"? Numa tradução livre, "Durma e resolva isso depois". Existe uma razão pra ela existir.
Quando sob pressão, sob forte emoção, tensão (incluindo TPM) entre outros fatores, nós fazemos e falamos besteiras, coisas desnecessárias, que poderiam ser evitadas... se você deixasse pra resolver depois de uma bela noite de sono e descanso, acordasse com tudo ponderado, uma nova perspectiva... Se depois disso continua com a mesma ideia, opinião, diga em frente. Agora, se mudou, é porque teria feito uma bela besteira. =)
Eu sempre soube disso, sempre pondero as coisas, mas essa semana não pensei claramente em nada. Tanta coisa passando pela minha cabeça, e coisas simples e bestas se tornam um monstro. E aí... você faz alguma besteira. E tudo o que conseguia pensar ao acordar é "Eu deveria ser proibida de escrever tarde da noite". haha
É um sentimento bem ruim, vou dizer. Porque você já fez, não tem como voltar atrás, e vai ter que seguir com isso por todos os dias.
Okay, não foi nada tão grave, mas seguindo outra expressão... "we live and we learn". Vivendo e aprendendo... Da próxima vez, com certeza vou tirar pelo menos uma soneca antes de clicar em enviar.
Então, fica a dica: antes de tomar qualquer decisão, pondere tudo e sleep on it.
Well, I've said it before that I think there's a song for almost everything (if not everything) in life. When you're angry, happy, sad, depressed, in doubt, in love and so on.
Also, we always seem to have something to say about almost everything. Even when we don't, we try to, because someone may need you to say something. But sometimes, WORDS FAIL. Yes, they do.
Suddenly you are speechless, whether because you are overwhelmed with joy, or in extreme pain, heartache or any other feeling. And then, what do you do?
And then... MUSIC SPEAKS. I can't be in the silence for too long. I need sometime to be alone with my thoughts, with myself, but then I need some music. Sometimes we are unable to express our feelings, for whatever reason, but you'll sure find a song to do it for you.
Lately I've been listening to this song, which I've known for a while, but it speaks for me. It's like, "This is what I feel, what I think, put into a song."
Today I had one of those moments where I had no words to say, so I let music speak for myself. And I'll leave th lyrics to that song I was talking about. =)
"If I find in myself
desires nothing in this world can satisfy,
I can only conclude
that I, I was not made for here
If the flesh that I fight is at best
only light and momentary,
then of course I'll feel nude
when to where I'm destined I'm compared
Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan
as I wait for hope to come for me
Am I lost or just less found?
On the straight or on the roundabout
of the wrong way?
Is this a soul that stirs in me
is it breaking free, wanting to come alive?
'Cos my comfort would prefer for me to be numb
And avoid the impending birth
of who I was born to become
Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan
as I wait for hope to come for me
For we, we are not long here
Our time is but a breath,
so we better breathe it
And I, I was made to live
I was made to love
I was made to know you
Hope is coming for me
Hope, He's coming for me
Hope is coming for me
Hope, He's coming
Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan
as I wait for hope to come for me
For me, for me, for me
"Where words fail, music speaks." ~ Hans Christian Anderson
Hey! :)
You know, lately I've been listening to a song and realized a lot of new meanings there.
It's a James Morrison song, here to listen... find your own meanings. :)
Anyway, it got me thinking about the part "you give you something that makes me scared". Why do we feel scared about feelings? We're scared about going to college, geting a new job, meeting a new guy/girl, meeting the boyfriend/girlfriend's family (and even the friends) and so on... we're just scared. It's like, we want to feel, but we don't. Right?
What does 'being scared' mean? Does it mean we're alive or... what? I think we're only cowards if we let that fear guide you and stop from going forward to what that feeling means. Otherwise, it's just fear and you deal with it.
I'm scared. As a matter of fact, I'm scared of many things right now. I'm dealing with my fears the best way I can. If you don't have someone to talk to... well, writing helps.
In the meantime... I keep thinking... =)
I just love the simple things in life...
Waking up in the morning and seeing that blue sky so blue, all those cotton-white clouds, the shining sun, feeling the wind on your face, that chill on an autumn morning...
Having chocolate milk in your favorite mug while reading the newspaper...
Driving by the neighborhood and realizing people move in and move out, houses are bought and sold, are remodeled and renewed, kids you grew up with now are grown up and starting their own family.
Watching the city moving... sometimes faster and other times really slow... how people walk through their everyday lives...
I just love when unexpected things happen.
When you bump into that old friend from high school, your English teacher, when a dear friend tells you she's preagnant... when feelings show...
I don't need much in life to make me smile, to make me feel happy. You can send me an e-mail with a single line and I'll just open a big smile because I know I was remembered.
In this crazy life, we forget those little things. We forget people. We forget to feel. To love. We want big, but we don't even do small.
Think big, want big, do big... but start small, be small, want small... be simple. be true.
While I write, I think, wonder and ponder... I need to do more of the simple things in life, to want the simple things, to just send an e-mail with a single line, to send a text, to make a phone call... and suddenly, all those simple things will add up to a greater thing called love... happiness... joy...
I'd rather make people smile every day than to be rude to them. I'd rather smile every day because there's just something about smiles. It makes you feel better, it makes other peoples feel better and it costs nothing!
Our lives and minds are way too crowed with feelings, emotions, worries, and all that... we should empty them for a while and remind ourselves of where we come from, how we got here, how much in life we are missing... just simple things.
Sometimes I wonder why we keep making the same mistakes again. Sometimes they were not even our mistake... but hey, don't we learn from other people mistakes too? At least we should.
We think we're smart, evolved, grown up people, capable of dealing with everything that comes our way... it turns out we're not.
We fall, get back up... then fall again, it gets harder to be up again... then we think we won't fall again, but we do. Are we that stupid? Are we that naive? We can't be!
Well, I'm not that old, which probably means I'm not that wise, but it also means I'm not that innocent, or naive, or stupid. Can't I learn not to make the mistake I've seen so many people around me doing? Is it that difficult? I guess it is.
I wish things could be a lot simpler. I wish people were a lot easier to read. I wish our minds were a lot less complex. But apparentely, none of those things are going to happen.
In the meantime, what are we supposed to do to make the fall... smoother? softer? nicer? less painful?
I don't know! It's yet to be found. Hopefully, they won't make me hard enough not to try once more.
Writing makes it easier. Even if no one is reading it. =)
