Ｈｏｍｅ

When I think about home, I don’t remember anything actually because I used to be in a house to be honest. A home is a cozy and warm place filled with love, affection and care. A place where the above said are inexistent then we can only call it a house. Everyone wish to make their place a home. We sometimes tag our workplace, our college or school as home away fr om home. It eventually became a second home because of the love and concern between friends, colleagues, teachers and so on. I have to be honest never experienced a homely feeling anywhere. I really do wish to experience it at some point in my life.

My 20 years on Earth has been hectic if my memory serves me right. It’s always been filled with fights, hatred, distance, money and power. Likewise there are many out there like me who live inside a house and not a home. The problem we mainly see is incompatibility amongst each other. Humans are now so after materialistic things that life has to offer. In the end we forget ourselves and those who are with us and create a holistic environment which reduces the homely feeling for a person. As a person I would like to highlight somethings from my personal experiences. Even if you are rich or poor when you are with your family don’t pass down the pressures you have onto them and make a negative surrounding. Another thing is that try to avoid quarreling maximum, if you feel you are right you may state but if the opposite doesn’t get you just be silent and let the other understand as time pass by .

It’s boring to read such lengthy paragraphs but I just jotted down what I felt I should express. I hope…….