Having personal sanctuary is important to me.
I find I am best able to emotionally process/mentally decompress when I am at my most comfortable, and/or am in a physical setting that allows me to give undivided attention to that which needs it.
There is no such clause in the terms & conditions of life that guarantees safe passage to a clear headspace, though.
I mean, shelter in general is not even a basic human ‘right.’ We are so fortunate to wake up under cover of warmth; to go to sleep and not spend the night with one eye open.
Not everyone is. Some never will get to know what that feels like — a peaceful night’s rest. A harshness of reality, yes…but all the more reason to say a little gratitude today.
If my late teens and early 20’s were raw exposure to the injustices of the world in which I live clashing with the earnest ideologies of youth, then my mid-late 20’s are me asserting my place, firmly, amongst them — and not losing myself along the way. Fairly certain the path to self-actualization does reach camp summit by age 25. It is OK to be a WIP and not a VIP — a ‘work in progress,’ that is.
I keep carving out my niche one day at a time. That’s all I can do, and I count myself blessed enough to have the ability; to even have the chance.