Have you ever looked around and wondered how other people live their lives?
What if people out there have the same interests, favorite colors, favorite movies, and same zodiac sign as you? Do you think they pray about the same things you pray about? Do they worry about the same things in life?
What do they do in life that makes them feel whole?
What if I asked you the same question?
What is the one thing in life that you do that makes you erase all your worries and all your daily stresses? What releases your inner creativity and allows your ambition to paint colors in the wind?
Someone out there paints across a canvas to heal his wounds.
Someone else sings a stream of notes warm enough to ignite a fire in his barren soul.
Someone else writes stories of defeat and triumph, of fantastical adventures, and of newfound hope.
Someone else spends an afternoon fishing along a riverbank under the shade.
Someone else runs feet, yards, miles on end until he finds his horizon.
Something out there makes your mind go blank except for the streams of creativity building roads and erasing roadblocks within the confinements of your head. It makes you forget about work for a little while. It makes you absentmindedly smile when you didn’t even know you could smile anymore.
It makes you feel lighter.
Bubbles soon float around in your body and make you dance.
Suddenly, you wonder how you ever felt the nightmare of sadness creep into your life.
Suddenly, you remember what brings light to your life and glue to your defeated soul.
They say opposites attract.
What I don’t think they understand though is the gentle pull we feel toward people who think like us.
People who wonder, speak, dream, breathe similarly to us.
These people are the people we often find ourselves dreaming about at night when everything around us seems a little broken, a little disheveled.
They often find themselves lost on the same trains of thought, the same islands, and the same paths as us when we often need a compass to find our ways back home.
What a lot of people don’t remember though is the comfort we find in our homes.
If home is where we find comfort, and the people who wonder, speak, dream, and breathe like us are where we find comfort, then aren’t we already home?
Lauren is a Ball State University alumna with a Bachelor's degree in English and a concentration in Creative Writing. She enjoys breakfast for dinner with a side of literary enjoyment.