…..Then closer to the present time: imagine going to “America” which ended up being Brazil, the West Coast of Africa, Guyana, and maybe by chance “America”.
If we take a look, they migrated just about anywhere they landed. However, wherever they did end up, they knew there was probably no going back – at least until they made “something” of themselves. Maybe they were afraid to be seen as failures. I’m not sure if this should be the reason to succeed at something.
As I understand, no one leaves their country unless forced to by one factor or another. Your country is a part of you, who you are, who you know and you are familiar with. Your country runs through your thoughts, hopes, and dreams. Your country is where you would like to run to in times of present woe. Your country is the place you grew up and know, that is home and welcoming, and where the scents of seasons are familiar and remain the same through the years no matter what else changes. The place you run to in your dreams when you get lost in your present life…..