Many years ago, that little snail was carrying a small shell, with a face full of yearning and expectations for the future.
He said that that little shell was his home.
Many years later, when he met the snail again, he was still carrying the shell.
The shell is now magnificent, like a castle.
But it was no longer a home, but a prison.
Fortunately, after several efforts, the little snail once again put out its tentacles, willing to touch the infinite tenderness of the world.
Intention: Instead of timidly standing still, it is better to give it a try and seize tomorrow