I look forward to the festive season every year… there’s nothing more beautiful than the sight of colorful lights, music and jingle bells in every corner.
I always contradict myself- as beautiful the decorations are and everything else, but once the festive passes; so much needs to be cleaned and repaired. I guess that is the disadvantage of celebrating or being in a festive season. The spending and the sudden-niceness all of a people to you.
Most of all, I look forward to going home, spending sometime with my mother. The smell that takes you way back to very old days of your youth, growing up and becoming a person. The friendly and devious faces that recognize you in every corner you turn. Where people know you by name or by your mother's name, even small kids way too young but they know you.
Home sweet home, even though I will not be there long enough as usual but just being there a day or two is all that counts to me. My mother is the kind of woman who does everything for herself, I am talking about garden work painting walls and spring cleaning. A very strong willed female who does not depend on anyone else but herself to grow and to make things right.
Somehow I feel that I have the same qualities as she does but way too far from being perfect as she is. She teaches me something new everyday even thought I see her once or thrice in year. I guess all mothers are like that, it’s in their nature to care and to always be givers.
The wonders of the universe and the remarkable beauty that can be seen in nature when you throw away your entire cares ad you simply give-into your dreams and the politeness within. Life is wonderful and it is worth living, don’t miss a minute of it. Be there in the moment and recall every movement, every smell, taste and emotion and even the weather.
I always contradict myself- as beautiful the decorations are and everything else, but once the festive passes; so much needs to be cleaned and repaired. I guess that is the disadvantage of celebrating or being in a festive season. The spending and the sudden-niceness all of a people to you.
Most of all, I look forward to going home, spending sometime with my mother. The smell that takes you way back to very old days of your youth, growing up and becoming a person. The friendly and devious faces that recognize you in every corner you turn. Where people know you by name or by your mother's name, even small kids way too young but they know you.
Home sweet home, even though I will not be there long enough as usual but just being there a day or two is all that counts to me. My mother is the kind of woman who does everything for herself, I am talking about garden work painting walls and spring cleaning. A very strong willed female who does not depend on anyone else but herself to grow and to make things right.
Somehow I feel that I have the same qualities as she does but way too far from being perfect as she is. She teaches me something new everyday even thought I see her once or thrice in year. I guess all mothers are like that, it’s in their nature to care and to always be givers.
The wonders of the universe and the remarkable beauty that can be seen in nature when you throw away your entire cares ad you simply give-into your dreams and the politeness within. Life is wonderful and it is worth living, don’t miss a minute of it. Be there in the moment and recall every movement, every smell, taste and emotion and even the weather.
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