Smells like teen crises

How do you measure your life? What's important and what is not ? How do you know when is enough and its time to give up? For almost eight years I've been living under the shadow of the decisions that I made seven years ago. Know I found myself looking for the right concept of home. What is home? Is it only a phisical place where you go every night to find some peace of mind? Or is the people who lives inside and makes you feel safe giving you the necessary confort every now and then? Today I have second toughts and all became a silly game for the things that once I want it so badly. Sometimes we lose so much for not looking around and only looking straight. What's the really meaning for life? Should we put our dreams aside and do the things that must be done? For all those years that I spend away from my home, from my family I discovered that there's nothing more important then people, then life. I look back and I see that every wrinkle that I have today in my face was away from my mother, that every white hair that is on my grandma's head today was a minute away from me, that every little step from my little cousin's are a new experience away from me. Home is where the heart is, that's what my fellow americans always says. I learned that in a hard way. Time goes by so fast and in the blink of eye your life is gone, and the only thing we're going to have are the memories. And today after learning so much, losing too much, growing a lot, people are the only thing that matters in life. And for that sometimes we take it for granted. Once I spend some money at the shrink, I was so lost that maybe Freud could have a answer for my problems. After five or six sections, my terapist look at me and said; "How long you don't see your mother?" and I said; "Well that would be five or six years", she look at me the way a mother would look at her kid and said; "Honey there's nothing wrong with you, what you really need is your mother's lap or even a homemade food from her and I guarantee life after that would be really easy". Well enough said. I think it's time to go home. Don't know when. But mother please start cooking so I can feel the smell from the bus stop.