Have you ever experienced a sense of longing, without being able to specify what it is you’re really longing for? Like just a diffuse unrest … a void inside … As if something is missing and you can’t find it?! Well … I have.
The other day, one of all the aspiring authors posted a word in Facebook «HIRAETH», I’d never seen or heard it before and neither had my husband, so I googled it.
Of all the results I got, I think one sentence pinpointed my, personal, take on this: [the image is clickable and will take you to the website it came from]
Now, this isn’t something I feel very often – it was much more in younger years, and most commonly in the Spring. It was as if i wanted to go away … move … quit my job … break up! I think it’s a longing for inner peace, but that I wasn’t able to analyse in my youth, so I did all of the above! Luckily I was able to correct it when I ‘came to my senses’ again. Eventually I matured [a little] and was able to handle this in a more sensible way, the few times it showed up. It became more and more rare … the yearning, or the urge to search for something that I didn’t even know what it was.
I’m not suffering from homesickness, even though it does happen that I get a slight bout with it – that’s only natural. Those times I think of all the people that find themselves forced to leave their homelands! I can go back whenever I want to, and I live in a country where the culture is very similar to where I come from! I wanted to go, because of love, and we discussed the issue thoroughly before we decided who would go where.
That’s quite the difference from leaving a war-torn country, only to end up in a totally foreign culture, where you don’t speak the language and perhaps not even recognise the writing system.