And who would have thought... it figures

Some of us never manage to get convinced that, this is it. That this is home. No amount of cajoling, rationalising, and bickering takes away from the feeling of not being rooted.

And so, for those of us who cannot seem to be talked into believing this is home, I have a solution:

Be a sea weed.

This is a sea weed:


Notice how the thin long stems seem to endless flow away with the waters, giving one the fraudulent impression that one is not connected to the earth and is always on the move. And yet, the sea weed remains perfectly embedded within its society and moves along, in a chorus. The idea of being grounded is imperceptibly lost.

The idea is to let the stem grow, be tenacious even for it to be seen as floating, rootless.

Ok, I should stop repeating myself. Publish now.