It's easy to float down a stream, a buoy traveling lightly, letting the current take you where it will. No cares, no responsibilities, maybe a bruise or two along the way as you collide with a rock. Nothing to worry about.
It's hard to build a house on the shore. Make decisions about what and where. Lay the foundation, build the structure, put up the roof to protect you from the elements.
Sitting alongside the stream on a sunny day watching the carefree others float by, you wonder whether commitment was the right choice. Sitting inside, watching the storm, the decision seems moot. This is the house, this is the place, no turning back.
Memory of the past is a sly phantasm that tricks you into believing what it wants you to. It's a sucker's game because you want to believe it too. When the going gets tough and the meandering stream beckons, it's hard to stand firm. Yet the words were said, the commitment was made.
That's
how a house becomes a home.
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