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I wished I could think of home in a lovely way.
But for me, home was more like a house on fire. This idea came up during one of my therapy sessions: a red house burning, representing the constant tension and heat of my home life. As I thought more about it, I was the one who had set this home on fire.
Even though the past is behind me, and I've tried to create my own home, I still struggle with the illusive image of a perfect home I had as a child (symbolized by the paper house). In that image, my parents were like gods, and I was just a puppet trying to make them happy. Setting fire to this "home" represents my attempt to break free from these unreal thoughts and see things as they really are: my parents are just regular people, not perfect, and I'm grateful for the care they gave me. Although I feel like a villain here by abandoning my home and going to live my life, soon on another continent, I cannot abandon my own self any longer.
After all, isn't that what everyone wants? To live an authentic life, according to their own melody?