It is lovely how everything in life happens accidentally, isn’t it?

We meet people by accident and they make us feel like home. They just exist and we know from the first sight that it is pure and unintended love.

But what is “home”? A place, a feeling, a person, family, friends?

For me, home is everything

For me, home is everything. Is a fairytale, a place where I go to recharge my battery, a place where I see people smiling, a place where I see friends and familiar faces, where I hear the whispers of the trees.

Home is when I have butterflies in my stomach when I see someone I care about, when I see my family with joy in their eyes. Home is everywhere around me, I make my own home with all the love I carry. I am made with love, I turn myself in love.

Why spreading hate when we are made of love?

When you speak, it’s poetry

Why do we search for a home in someone’s arms, when we are our own home?

You probably don’t know this, but with your every cell, you make this world a little bit better and you turn this world into HOME. With every conversation you have, you make someone’s day better, with every hug, you melt someone’s heart, when you speak, it’s poetry.

Loving is literally the easiest thing to do when you are made of it.

You probably don’t know it, but you made me better and thanks to you, I will make someone else better, and in the end, we will make this world better.

Believing in you, is believing in me.

Loving yourself, is loving me.

Supporting you, is supporting me.

If we are allies,

the world will be our home.