Searching for Heaven

People are so caught up in their happiness that they don’t realize I’m not a part of it.
I am wandering along the periphery .
I am like the people in the Winslow Homer paintings, sharing the same room with them but not really there.
I am like the fish in the aquarium. Thinking in a different language, adapting to a life that’s not my natural habitat.
Like the people in the other cars, each with his or her own story, but passing too quickly to be noticed or understood.
…There are moments I just sit in my frame, float in my tank, ride in my car and say nothing, think nothing that connects me to anything at all.

-David Levithan

When a mood of ‘not belonging’ is haunting our mind and tolling the bell for relief or happiness, life may be like a scar on the canvas of our dreams.
Now is the time to wake up and slip back to the basics, in the vein of crawling back to mum’s lap (the grass was greener over there)
Life is short yes, beautiful on the other hand and exactly that is what motivates us (most of the time) to change our destiny.
Sometimes this change can be so powerful that our whole world’s view is altered.
Then is when good stuff  comes. Because this is life.

You NEED to go through this change.

You NEED to make mistakes. Again and again ans again..

Slowly you will see where you belong, where your soul’s home is.

Stay there.

That is your heaven.