When I processed the words overcoming homesickness in my exhausted cerebrum, nothing immediately came out. If I may be completely blunt, when I received this email about this TICA article I was under the convoluted and discouraging demon depression. My reasons extended from a confluence of inauspicious feelings relating to horrendously failing a mid-term exam and missing those who I love when I need them the most. At that point in time, the negative ions seemed ubiquitous even in the places that should always be colorful. Black was only black and there was no white. I tried to get some sleep but somehow my stressed subconscious manifested itself into headache and confusion. It is said that home is where the heart is, but how do you even begin to make your journey towards your home if your heart has been obliterated by failure? The situation then becomes an unsolved paradox. For some unknown reason, I decided to start this article there and then.

The beauty about pain is that it enables the soul to filter out hypocrisy while generating absolute truth and one must use that time wisely to find peace in pain. I believe that the best way to maximize the utility of that time is to put pen to paper and write. I am not sure if this article makes any sense to anybody considering that I’m talking about how I felt while writing this article which appears retarded, but beauty comes from strange places.

Slowly progressing into accepting failure as a part of success was and is crucial. Reconsidering the question about homesickness now brought up some random thoughts. I find it quite difficult to describe homesickness mainly because I don’t think it’s the appropriate term for describing the emotions formulated by longing for home and family. By my experience, feeling dreadful and helpless created a bubble of nostalgia for unreachable things but one will always think about the past, that’s inevitable. If we use homesickness as a word to describe the way students feel when they are away from home and family, how must those that don’t have a family to go back to feel when they read or hear homesickness? Now it is evident that homesickness alone is too limited of a word to describe something so complicated. Surely, there exists the possibility that I might be overanalyzing as a consequence of some weird form of post-trauma but every time I read the question again, my outlook about homesickness remains. I believe that longing for home is a function of familiarity, familiarity is a function of time and time is a dimension of independent events that occur in sequence. Therefore, depressive events must reflect that there is good awaiting ahead of time, even if the depressive events occur more frequently.

In essence, eventually the intensity of longing for home should decrease. Of course we cannot overlook that there might be outlying situations where things occur differently. If we take longing for home as an equivalent to homesickness, and longing for home is a function of familiarity and time, then how can we even begin to overcome time? The creed of my analogy is based upon knowing and transitioning from pain, longing for home and good and bad events. This is theoretical of course, but comes to explain that this is a part of life which is delicate but yet common. I might be completely wrong about everything that I’ve wrote and my analogy about the subject maybe ridiculous. However, I believe that I have maximized my utility of time in pain and it has surely helped.

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