Staying home

Being home has never felt so daunting. Yet the world rages on, in spite of all attempts to halt this progress, the winds of change brought me home. Let the winds blow, the storms looming on the horizon; I shall be waiting, watching. "What can we do?," they say without doing or trying, those who never had the courage to leave home before it was dangerous. For the ones that have seen the beauty of this world, all the peoples' passions, the answer is simple, "Everything possible." And so now I stay, here at home.
Staying home

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