You could do so much more!
I guess so, huh?
You know what I meant.
I know exactly what you meant. You're talking about the american dream. You find something that you love and then you twist it and torture it and you try to find a way to make money out of it. Spend a lifetime doing that, and at the end you can't find a trace of what you started out loving. What'd you start out loving?
There is a strong relationship between home and yearning. When you are young, you yearn to get away from home. As you age, you yearn to find home again. For some, this means a return to home. For others, it becomes a realization that such a return is impossible. You’ve changed too much, and home has changed too much as well. Even if you manage to return, it isn’t the same.
"But 'getting lost' still takes us somewhere; and being lost is a way of inhabiting a space by registering that it's not familiar: being lost can in its turn become a familiar feeling."
- Sara Ahmed, Queer Phenomenology
According to Dodie Bellamy, you can never trust a person with a neat bedroom.
The bedroom is a place fraught with conflicting emotions. It’s where we go to feel safe and protected, to put our guard down, rest, and build ourselves back up. It’s our innermost sanctuary, our last line of defense: when everything feels like it’s falling apart, we can always just stay in bed. At the same time, the bedroom is where we go to expose ourselves to others, to test and experiment with what our bodies want and need from and can do to other bodies—which can be soft and sensual but can also get loud, sweaty, and even a bit rough. For those (and many other) reasons, the bedroom needs a door that closes, so that it can be kept separate from the rest of the house. It’s where private gets even more private, or, as my aunt Judy likes to say, it’s the indoors indoors. And even though it’s our most familiar place (considering we’re there for hours every single day), it’s also our most sacred and cherished possession, shared with others only at personal risk.
"Without a home at the center of the real, one was not only shelterless, but also lost in non-being, in unreality. Without a home, everything was fragmentation."
Permanent decolonisation of thought begins at home. And home is wherever thought becomes action.