Child, why did no one ever teach you that you cannot turn people into homes? Why did no one show you that while hearts may be vessels, they are not fixed abodes? People are ever changing, ever flowing, like rivers that carve their own courses, oblivious to the shores they kiss. They will disappear with everything you put inside them, slipping away like whispers in the wind, leaving you clutching shadows and memories.

Still, your home does have a heartbeat, resonating like the steady rhythm of the earth beneath your feet. It is a pulse that dances in sync with your own breath, a sanctuary not confined by walls or framed by flesh. It is woven into the fabric of your soul, a timeless space that shelters dreams and nourishes hopes. This home, unlike any other, is steadfast, unyielding to the tides of time or the whims of fate.

But it isn’t one locked in anyone else’s chest. Just look inside your own, and there you’ll find the warmth of belonging, the light of understanding, and the strength to weather the storms. In the quietest corners of your heart, you’ll discover that you are your own safe haven, capable of cultivating a garden of solace that blooms through every season. Embrace this truth, and let it guide you through the ephemeral dance of life. ❤️🙏🏾

©️ Beatriz Esmer