I Am My Own Home: I Listen To Myself And Renew Myself

I am my own home. My refuge. That’s why sometimes I’m not available to others because I’m looking for myself. I know that listening to yourself, taking care of yourself and healing yourself is important…

I am my own home. That’s why I open the windows for air, to let the rancid, poisonous wind blow out and let in the breeze with the scent of hopes and dreams.

Unfortunately, if our inner world were really a home, many of our homes would be cluttered. Some would indeed have a beautiful facade, with colorful tiles, large chimneys, refined gates and grandiose windows with elegant curtains.

However, if we entered these imposing mansions, we might find dilapidated walls, weak pillars and lonely rooms. Empty rooms that smell of sadness and dark corners that the sunlight never reached.

If each of us were really a house, we would have to take good care of it too. We want a comfortable house, full of light and without enclosed spaces.

We are our own home, let’s admit it. We are our own sanctuary, beautiful and ever growing. So let’s learn to take care of this magical space that we should never rent out, but protect.

The refuge you seek outside is inside

George Bernard Shaw said that life is not about finding yourself, but about knowing how to create yourself. Therefore, whoever chooses to embark on a journey to find his purpose, test his limits and see who he really is, is on the wrong track.

Because what he wants to know is not on the outside, but on the inside.

There’s something we all knew, especially during puberty, that stage where we live out with all our focus, waiting to see what life will bring us, to see what happens in the outside world with its commotion, are tastes, sounds and smells.

By living apart from our own hearts, our values ​​and our identity, we feel disconnected. We have the feeling that ‘something is missing’.

So, almost without realizing it, we let the first person to appear enter the house of our own being. We give him the keys, we offer him our best couch and even access to our closets and attic.

We do this with naive innocence, not realizing that there are thieves who will mercilessly destroy everything they find: our self-esteem, strengths, virtues, dreams and hopes.

Taking care of yourself, listening to yourself and working on yourself is not selfish

Having a house full of spacious rooms filled with books of infinite wisdom is not selfish. Having a house without closed doors, cracks or dark corners is not in vain.

Enjoying a garden full of incredible flowers and beautiful trees with strong roots is not superficial. Because it takes time, willpower and self-care.

We live in a society that allows us to believe that loving yourself is a selfish act. But after that we are almost forced to read self-help books where we see that the premise is not true. We will read that it is not narcissistic to close the doors of our house to what we do not like or want.

Basically it’s courage, self-love and honesty. It’s self-care and prioritizing ourselves in a world where other people don’t.

As Albert Ellis said in his day, our society often teaches us to hurt ourselves. So we need to forget all that so we can learn to think and feel differently. To remember that there is a delicate creature that needs our attention, care and recognition: ourselves.

So let’s make that journey back to our own home. Let’s throw our limiting beliefs overboard and open the chambers of hope. Open the curtains of inner conflict and clean the pipes of your emotional wounds.

Let’s sow our gardens with seeds of hope and keep the keys to our home safe in our pockets, for it is those keys that ultimately open the doors to happiness.