home for the heartless

If home is where the heart is, is there a home for the heartless?

To feel like you've never had a home is not a feeling that is pleasantly expressed. To those who've loved, it may seem like the love they've given was rejected. If so much love has been shared, tasted and touched, how could anyone claim to not have a heart for it?

But some do.

The few against the many, the ones who have always felt that the love shared by family and friends alike seem to be out of reach. Like the sun on cold winter's day, shining so bright yet the warmth barely touching your skin.

The realisation hits like a wave, overpowering you with the painful fact that there might be something wrong with how you perceive the world.

Heartless, some might say.

Unable to display feeling or consideration for others. Selfish. Cruel. Ruthless.

But, why then, do the heartless still long for a home? I am positive it is not just me. Or maybe I'm being too overconfident in that claim.

Whatever it is though, it is in our human nature to want to belong. It is a need that if not fulfilled may affect the entire development of a functional human being (as the humanists would say).

Regardless to say, isn't that why we are here? Trapped in our soulless devices in search of a place we might feel accepted. Blogs, vlogs, music, films, pages of fiction and reality. What is the internet if not a place for lost souls?

Of course there is much to gain here. Knowledge, awareness, understanding and more. But we've got to face that our virtual reality has served to become a haven of sorts for the intellects and the misfits, for those in riches or in rags, for those whose hearts are full and those with no hearts at all.

I do not know if this has made any sense at all, but the objective was to ramble and rant. Therefore, this page has served its purpose and I shall now take my leave.

To those who claim to be part of the heartless, I hope you find your home.

With love,

hasaiba