20/05/2021
More I think about it more I realize that Home has really less to do with a piece of soil but more with a piece of soul. If somebody suddenly asked me where is your home I think about my friends, my soul mates, my faith, books I read or the songs that travel with me wherever I happen to be. And it always felt this way. My home would have to be whatever I carried around inside me.
Many years of travels helped me to understand that the real voyage of discovery consists not in seeing new sights but in looking with new eyes. And once you have new eyes even the old sights, old thoughts, memories, knowledge, even your home becomes something different. Where you come from now is much less important than where you are going. More and more of us are routed in the future or the present tense as much as in the past. And home we know is not just the place where you happened to be born, it is a place where you become yourself.
Recently I stepped out of my life and the world so I could see what I most deeply care about and find a Home. Traveling is a fantastic privilege and it allows us to do so much that our grandparents could never of dreamt of doing. But traveling ultimately only has a meaning if you have a home to go back to. And home in the end is, of course, not just a place where you sleep; it’s a place where you stand.
And today I stand with Israel. @ Masada, Israel