JOY WALKS AFTER PAIN AT HOME

I'm trying to decide if I agree with this. I think people can feel like or/and be home. To me, home is a collection of heartbeats that make you feel warm and loved, including yours. Perhaps my heartbeat is the burning hearth, while that of friends, loved ones, are like a sofa and blankets around the hearth, or like some of the firewood that makes my life, the house, warm and warmer.

And some heartbeats may flow away like water, or whatever, and the house may get a bit colder, hopefully for just a short while, like some of the firewood burnt to ashes or blankets got torn but I still have the other heartbeats, including mine, around me to call home.

In conclusion, we are all made up of Water. so don't love people but Love them for they are meant to be loved. But drink more water, eat more, sleep more, listen to more music, dance , fall in love with fictional characters, read more novels ... Give Yourself the best treatment because at the end of the day, you just need to be Happy, that's what matters.

I always considered my loved ones my home and get anxious thinking about the day they leave me. But now I feel a little better. But the heart knows you at your best and your worst, don't make it luxurious, make it comfortable enough that each day you will fall in love with life, everyday.

I can not persuade other peaple , I do only doing my task. Other peaple check my behavour and I can give any good idea or something else to them . It's only the able thing for me . I agree with their words but not always.

So how do i accept a home that I don't know or don't trust, how do I make peace and said house without tearing it down, how do love and accept my house when all my life I tried to make it perfect but never could, give me sometime to start knowing the house and its soul.

I have the issue of putting all that I have into the people I care about and then they leave without ever putting any effort into me, I’m always the one starting conversations or inviting them and they just slowly stop responding or showing up until everything I loved drifts down the river with them.

But how come you can not understand not for once but forever that people aren't homes ! Bright and dark at the same time that at least at some place of the mind you dream of being safe in your homes forever.