Homing
What draws us to a place where we think we will fit in?
This desire to be accepted and welcomed drives us constantly.
It is an ache that wakes us in the middle of the night.
We may try to ignore it, but it drives us just the same.
Animals migrate, cyclically
Are we cyclical ?
Life is labyrinthine
There is a center destination
We think we are trapped in a pointless journey
We are not
The center is far better than any place we will find along the way
The center is the culmination of all we will experience
It is the starting point
The enemy has chosen our most vulnerable proclivity as his target to distort the plan
He has taken our fallen world, fallen families, fallen places
And convinced us they are home
Normal
We are victims of a false true north
A warped template
A broken compass
No matter how bad or broken our doppleganger may be, it still feels like home to us
To deviate is excruciating
A phantom pain
