Where the Heart Is
There’s nothing more comforting and relaxing than coming home; the sights, the smells, the memories take you back. Back to a time of the sweet innocence of firsts: friends, kisses, and love. No matter where you go or what you do, your heart is tied to that place, the place you call home. It’ll always be where the heart is.
We are all dying, every moment that passes of every day. That is the inescapable truth of this existence. It is a truth that can paralyze us with fear, or one that can energize us with impatience, with the desire to explore and experience, with the hope- nay, the iron-will!- to find a memory in every action. To be alive, under sunshine, or starlight, in weather fair or stormy. To dance with every step, be they through gardens of flowers or through deep snows.
– R.A. Salvatore (via 23burdens) Via Carpe Noctem
