Thoughts Expressed Through Words

  Once I had come back from a long trip and after reaching I had said, “Home sweet home”. I wondered at that time, that what is home, what does this four-letter word actually mean. Some would say it is just a place where you live. But is it really it? Or is it something else? These were the questions that were raised in my mind. I pondered over it and finally discovered that to me, “home” was anyplace in the world my family was in, it was the sense of belonging. Some place where I fit in perfectly even after my imperfections. Between people I could completely relax and understand even without speaking anything. That is home for me.  

  Every day from my primary school itself, I have strived to be a perfectionist. Trying to perfect everything I learn or know. Whether it’d be skating or basketball or writing, I would always try to perfect it. I had always been hard on myself when I can’t seem to perfect a particular skill. For instance, I had always found socializing and playing outdoors tremendously difficult. I would always think why I couldn’t do it. Everyone around me were always encouraging me and telling me to always do it but I simply couldn’t. Even though I never told or showed it, but I did feel upset on not being able to do these activities. For me a perfectionist was a person who is good at everything they do. I could never become the perfectionist that I had envisioned. But one day, a talk with my cousin changed my vision. Between our conversations I asked him if he had been a good or a perfect student back when he was in school. He told me that I should know that a person in any circumstances can nev...