Home is what it is, after all!

Adrenaline rush. Err, or the feverish desires? Whatever, that thing which can’t be named properly, drained me inward out. I’ve been chasing these wild dreams of mine. I’ve been building this beautiful castle with my mere strong will. Of course, I’ve to guard it so well, to hold against all the odds of this universe. And I’ve been doing that job, pretty well, all this while. Ah, that held me engaged all right. And I was, you know, contented…for a while.

In all the successes that I’ve feasted upon,

In all the victories which I’ve prided upon,

There had always been this one thing, which kept nagging at the back of my brain. I didn’t figure what it was. I didn’t stop to bother at all, actually. You know, I’ve got to run pretty darn fast to be held in the place where I’m. That’s the cruel Fate of this growing-up world after all. You’ve to run; else, you’re thrown (quite far down). I understood it the hard way possible. And so I was desperate to hold my ground. So, yeah, you can’t blame me for my ignorance. Can you?

Well, everything is destined to cease at one point. Everything has to wear off at another point. So yeah, I can’t go on running. I can’t go on fighting. I can’t stand where I’m, forever, after all. That’s when I realized I was alone. I mean, I’ve been ignoring that fact for a long while. And I really thought I’ve to be self-controlled and all…you know, to achieve my big dreams. I can’t afford anything to hinder my path to success. Nothing stood then. Now, I’m alone. No one to share the big-big-dreams I’ve conjured to life. No one to shoulder me and say, ‘you’ve done a good job’. Not even my shadow (which is kind of weird).

That’s when I realized the most definite truth of all. ‘Nothing stays same; neither the life nor the challenges it offers. Except the comfortable warmth and gentle safety; of one place. And that’s home.’

I learned it. A little too late. And now every building I ever built, seems like a piled-up bricks. Coldness is all I get from them. Not the friendly warmth. Not the sense of security.

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Hmm. That’s the vision Hestia showed me. Hestia, the Last Olympian and the most important one. Yeah, it took the almost-destruction-of-world for the Greek Gods to understand this. But, you know, home is the place after all. All the adventures we seek just make us tired. And a cozy sleep by the hearth can’t be ignored then!

Well, now if you’re wondering what am I pestering about, just get this name in your head. Percy Jackson and the Olympians. You get it right? Percy is about to walk you in the midst of reincarnated ancient Greek Civilization. We’re to be surprised. Why just Mummies wake up again? Why not Zeus and Hades? That’s where the adventures begin. And the dracaena and Cyclopes will keep you busy. If you ever get a chance take these books, sit by the hearth huddled in your blanket with the hot chocolate…and start reading, world! Yeah, thanks for Rick Riordan.

Now I’m getting a little sleepy. Hestia, ‘I wish you take me over for this night and all the nights to come. And let peace prevail!’

Resting,

-Sp-