The Quest For a Better Soil

There is said to be a land, a land which can be reached only if you cross seven seas and thirteen mountains. What is so special about this magical land, i muse..... Maybe, maybe, it might just be another fantasy, an unattainable goal, an unreachable land, a dream destination which holds promises of wealth and wonders; quite like the magical East. I wonder, can't this land be the very place from where you started your voyage? And has it not become the dream destination that spurred you into leaving it, in the first instance? That craving to be back home makes the sight of your homesoil more welcome than that of an untouched goldmine. The sights you saw, the experiences you had in other places made you crave for your home, only with greater intensity. Now you see your country for what it really is; you crave to smell that fragrance of the moist soil, nauseated by the murky smell of the cities. You love your people for they are not robbed of that innocence that still shines in their eyes when they smile..... You love your land, it has become far more precious than all the riches in the world. Finally, you realise that this is the very same land you dreamt of reaching. It has not changed, what has changed is your perspective, your outlook and that makes all the difference in the world............