I Am My Own Home: I Listen To Myself And Renew Myself
I’m my own home. Therefore, I open the windows for air, to let out the raging, poisonous wind and let the breeze carry the scent of hope and dreams.
I’m my own home. My refuge. That’s why I’m sometimes not available to others because I’m searching within myself. I need to listen to myself, take care of myself and heal myself…
If our inner world were truly a home, many of our homes would be cluttered. It is true that some want a beautiful facade, with colorful tiles, large chimneys, sophisticated gates and grandiose windows with elegant curtains.
But if we were to enter these impressive mansions, we could find false walls, weak pillars, and lonely halls. Empty rooms that smell like sadness and dark corners sunlight has never reached.
In fact, if each of us was really a house, we would have to take care of it. We want a comfortable home, full of light without closed rooms.
We are our own home, let’s admit it. We are our own refuge, beautiful and ever growing.
The refuge you are looking for outside is inside
George Bernard Shaw said that life is not about finding ourselves, but rather about knowing how to create ourselves. Therefore, anyone who chooses to go on a journey to find their purpose, test their limits and see who they really are, is wrong in their approach.
Because what they want to know is not outside, but rather inside.
It is something we all knew, especially in adolescence, the stage where we live with all our focus beyond, where we wait to see what life will bring us, to see what is happening in the outside world with its rebellion, tastes, sounds and smells.
By living disconnected from our own hearts, values and identity, we will feel as if “something is missing”.
Then, almost without realizing it, we let the first person who appears enter the home of our own being. We give them the keys, we offer them the best sofa and even access to the drawers and the attic.
We do this with naive innocence, without realizing that they are thieves and spies who will mercilessly destroy everything they find: our self-confidence, our strengths, virtues, dreams and hopes…
Taking care of yourself, listening to yourself and working on yourself is not selfish
Having a home full of spacious rooms filled with books of infinite wisdom is not selfish. Having a home without locked doors or cracks, no dark corners, is not in vain.
Having a garden filled with incredible flowers and beautiful trees with strong roots is not superficial. Because getting these things requires time, willpower and self-care.
We live in a society that makes us believe that loving oneself is a selfish act. But afterwards we almost have to read self-help books where we find that the premise is not true. We read that closing the doors of our home to what we do not like or do not want is not narcissistic.
It is actually courage, self-love and honesty. It is self-care and prioritizing ourselves in a world where people do not.
As Albert Ellis once said, society often teaches us to hurt ourselves. So we have to forget all this so that we can learn to think and feel differently. Remembering that it is a delicate being that needs our attention, care and recognition: ourselves.
So let’s take that journey back to our own home. Let us sweep out our limiting faith and open up the room of hope, draw the curtains of inner conflict, and cleanse the pipes of our emotional wounds.
Let us cultivate our gardens with the seeds of hope and put the keys to our home safely in our pockets, because those are the keys that will eventually open the doors to happiness…
