Until you are at home in your own heart, you will never make peace with the world. This is because you will be constantly requiring things to be different than they are, constantly needing people to fulfill your own expectations of them, constantly needing to weave around your fears and your triggers. What you have to realize instead is that home is not an idea, it’s not a place, it’s a way of being. It’s a way you show up to your life and make it your own. It’s a way you find comfort in the contours of who you are, not who you might one day become.
