Better than before

The idea of a promised land or a promised state — something that has caused multiple generations and civilizations to dream, to go to war, to conquer and dream on.

Bards across generations have written about the idea of seeking what has been rightfully theirs — and — going home.

Going home
Without my sorrow
Going home
Sometime tomorrow
Going home
To where it’s better
Than before
(Leonard Cohen)

What happens when the idea of a promised home does not exist? What if there is, proverbially, nowhere to really “go back to”? What happens when the sense of a root does not really belong?

What happens then?