Home

“Home” is not a building where you live or sleep. It is inside you. It is your soul itself, your karma: the goodwill that has affected the world around you. It is the love you carry with you, everywhere you go. You are your own home.

In your home, there is a room for the person who grows closest to you over many lifetimes. Each time you are reborn, that room is empty until you find each other again.

We were born knowing that room was there — indescribable, inexplicable. We spent our entire lives searching for someone we knew existed but could not name.

And when we finally found each other, we were separated just as quickly.

But the love was real, and the connection was made: I was yours, and you were mine, and from then on we would carry one another. We would live in two places at once, even as the miles grew between us. We became whole people, with nothing else to want, living safely in the heart of the other.

One day, we’ll reunite with the piece of ourselves that we traded away. One day, we will come home.