Seems like home to me

Today i would like to talk about my snail. Or my "melc". This post was influenced by a song i heard that keeps repeating in my head "seems like home to me" and i started thinking what is home for me? Is home the house in witch i was born? The house that i know even with my eyes closed? Should this be the definition of home? A place that you know by heart and witch you can cross with your eyes closed?
And if home is somethig that you know by heart then why not have a home in your heart? I mean what can be easyer to recognize and learn the your own heart and your own soul and feelings. And now i am thiking about the snails. When they are afraid they hide inside they home and seal the entrance so that no enemy can enter. Why don't they start running, why don't they stay and fight? Is this the best way to escape from treaths? To hide inside? From what i know i can say that insede your are the only one that has access, you are the only one that has the key to enter. Some do not even know that you have an inside, some might just know the entrance door but this is as far as they can go. No one will enter my inside and my soul! This is MY PLACE. the only place that belong entirely to me and it will be the only thing that i will have for all my life even if I change my home, my clothes, my friends.
I love my soul and he protects me.

And I hope...life treats you kind

I hope.....life treats you kind
And I hope
you have all you've dreamed of
And I wish you joy
and happiness
But above all this
I wish you love

Can I just write this in English? I mean it is far more easier for me to express my thoughts in English. For those of you that do not understand what I am traying to say, well to bad for you 'couse I am not going to translate this.
So the reason why I started writing is because I just finished watching a movie a like and it just put me in a mood where I feel like thinking of my acomplishments and also on to my future.
What I have been thought is that you should refer always to the present time because both past and future can bring you only sorrow.
Think of it like this: it is most likely that when you think of the past you think of mistakes you have done, or things you wish you would have done but chose not to. Very few people think of the past and remember only good times. And even so when you remember good times you feel sad that they have ended and maybe there is no possibility for you to have that moments again.
So as for the past I can just say that "Whats done is don"e and you can not do anything to change that.
Thinking of the future is always tricky because you see the future is not certain. I mean that by your decizions and by your acts you change your future constantly and you can not rely on anything because I can tell you from experience life can turn out to be a little bit more or a little bit less the you have expected.
What we have left is the PRESENT moment. The moment that we own entirely and the only moment that no one can take it away from you because the present is constantly refreshing it's self.
I mean think about how good it will be to be able to enjoy your morning ray of sun in bed not having to stress about going to work after.
Or how good it will be to enjoy the worm enbrace with your best friend not having to think that in just a few minutes they will be going to an other town, or even worse to an other contry.
I am sure that guiding my tought right now and also being fully responsable for my actions will bring me a peacefull and sunny future.
"You are what you think" so as optimist as I can be tonight I wish you all:
JOY and HAPPINESS.

Cu o floare nu se face Primavara...

...iar Primavara nu creeaza numai flori.

Ghiocelul

Cand iarna pare ca nu se mai termina si sufletul s-a saturat de gheata apare Ghiocelul. E mic, e gingas dar poarta un mesaj Divin: iarna e pe sfarsite! Atata energie are in el acest fragil ghiocel a reusit sa trezeasca soarele.
"Buna dimineata, domnule Soare! Ce fericire si noroc pe noi ca v-ati trezit!"
si din prea plin de energie ghicelul topeste zapada...e adevarat, la inceput mai timid, dar putin cate putin ne trezim dintr-o data ca zapada a disparut!
Ei dar cine ghiceste acum unde e zapada? A plecat la mare!
S-a urcat intr-un tren numit "Olt" sau "Mures" sperand sa ajunga in acceleratul "Dunare" si de acolo.... ei bine de acolo VACANTAAAAAAAA, la mare bineinteles!
Si daca zapada a plecat la mare atunci ies din ascunzisuri narcisele, zambilele si alte martisoare toate cu ganduri de maritis cu cate un trandafir sau poate un clopotel.
Si cand se face nunta atunci sa vezi petale, stamine si funzulite...salata de culoare si sticlute de parfum.
Asa ca iti multumim domnule Ghiocel, datorita tie lumea e acum mai calda, mai colorata si neaparat mai vesela :*