It’s that haven, that feeling of safeness. It’s the feeling of belonging, of being able to finally stop for a moment and rest. It’s the unspoken knowledge of protection--protection from animals, protection from people, protection from the elements. It’s the feeling of familiarity, comfort, and warmth. It’s the feeling of being your true self. This is mine. This is my lair. Unspoken words for the most part, of course, but vigilantly enforced nevertheless.
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| Home is where the heart is. |
It’s imprinted on our hearts and minds, and it’s hot wired
into our instincts. The need for “home”
is something every person can feel from birth onward. It’s a desperate longing, and once gotten, it
is fought for tooth and nail to preserve.
It really is our sovereign territory, the one place where we truly
rule. All other rules and laws in our
society are automatically secondary to those we make for our own home. This is an understanding we come to, and it’s
very important to grasp this because this is where the idea of true freedom is
born--in the idea of “home.”
When we are out and about in the “King’s Land,” our attitude
and feelings are automatically different.
We don’t have to consciously adjust to the King’s rule; we do it
automatically. Here the law of the land
prevails. Here we are only one citizen
among countless. Here we are
subjects. But as soon as we cross the
threshold of our own home--the very moment we step one foot across--everything
changes. Again, it’s automatic. Now we are back in our own territory, and our
thoughts, feelings, and actions adjust accordingly. Now we are free to plan and be creative. This is what “home” does.
The idea of “home” is much larger than any house could ever
be. It is a monumentally ingrained
concept, and this is why every person is born with a deep yearning for a home,
a deep yearning that ultimately equates with freedom. It is an organized anarchy, the natural state
of the human being. It is our true
nature, and our highly structured societies make the yearning that much
stronger--to an almost unbearable point.
It’s the yearning for our own kingdom, our own line in the sand, our own
freedom. This is “home.”
