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The little life form floats around, desperately looking for a home. It has never known a place to be home as it has not yet existed very long. Although not knowing much, it knows the feeling it craves, the feeling of comfort and safety, the feeling of home.

It doesn’t know where to look. Does it go to the sky as it has the ability to float? Or to the sea, since it has no need to breathe? The land seems the most viable option, and yet, with no legs and no form, what use is the land to the little life?

Wondering around, nothing feels right. Everything is off in some way shape or form. Nothing seems suitable to the shapeless life form. It’s one and only desire cannot be met as nowhere feels like home. All alone in the world, and with nowhere to go, there is nothing for the life to do but search, hoping one day to find a home. 

Years and years go by, everywhere, every type of land has been tried by the life form but nothing brings the feeling of comfort that it desires. It begins to realize it may never find a home. Deep down, it still believes that there must be a home, somewhere out there, just waiting to be found.

The little life form, losing hope of finding a physical home, looks deep within. It begins to find a sense of safety and comfort and belonging inside itself. Everywhere could be home because its home was within. It didn’t need a physical place to call home, the little life form could be satisfied wherever it went. 


The End

6/11/22

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