Mai thoughts on life

There are people who make you feel at home. People who give you that peace and safety you’ve always longed for. People who give you ‘everything will be alright’ feeling when they hold you in their arms. Who make you feel like time is standing still when you are with them. Who make you feel like nothing can ever go wrong when they are with you. Who make you feel like you can conquer the world as long as they are there to hold your hand.

Or so I’ve heard. People have never really made me feel at home. But I do have a place that gives me this kind of feelings. My home away from home. The place that makes me believe in fairy tales, where every building, every street, every cobblestone has its own story. The place whose chaos matches perfectly with mine.

People get lost in their lover’s eyes. I get lost in this city’s hidden corners. Every step I take brings me back to its thousands years old history. I like to walk down its roads for hours. No plan. No itinerary. Just me and the city. Every ray of sunshine feels as a divine light on my face and every rain drop as a fairy dust on my body.

I can walk alone, but this city never makes me feel lonely. It’s always right there beside me. It never hurts or disappoints me. Sure, we have our differences, but every new sunrise in this city reminds me of everything it endured throughout its history. Its grandiose monuments stand there for centuries and millenia. Looking at them gives me strength to keep going. It makes all my problems seem so small. It reminds me that I am just a drop in the ocean, star dust in the universe. I will not be here for centuries and millenia. So does it really matter? All the heartbreaks, all the disappointments, all the hurt…everything will vanish in the vast space of the cosmos.

This city will stand strong long after I’m gone. With its beautiful ancient remains. With its stunning heritage sites. With its magnificent legacy. It will always be there. This idea of eternity gives me the feeling of serenity. It gives me peace. This city understands me. This city makes me feel like I belong somewhere. When it embraces me, it makes me feel like time is standing still. When it looks at me, it makes me feel like I can conquer the world. When it whispers to me, it makes me feel like anything is possible.

People have never really made me feel at home. But I hope one day I will meet someone who will make me believe in fairy tales. Whose chaos will match perfectly with mine. Who will make me feel like I belong somewhere. Someone who will be my Rome in human form.