"His mother's memory tore at his heart because she had died loving him, when he was too young and selfish to love her in return"
Taken from george orwell 1984
As i was reading this today i realised that i'am too probably like that, I probably don't realise how much people like that mean to me until its too late when they are dead. But how can i really share the same love as a mother? is it possible and is it even right? (Your comments are much appreciated on this one)
But i don't want you guys thinking this blog spot is all about morose subjects, its not but at the moment i'm writing what i'am thinking. Speaking of which i have been reading 1984 again which in my opinion is the best book i have ever read. It makes me think alot about the way i deal with my life.
Well i really would like your comments on this the next blog i will write will be all about paris! so stay tuned for that it should be good!
Wednesday, 22 April 2009
Family & love
Posted by Trotsky at 10:29
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dude, deep!
I too feel like this often! Though, I think that we all show love, and express our love in different ways...and I guess to what extent we express it. So im not exactly sure how a 'mothers love' is to be defined.
I think this love your talking about can be achieved my anyone. A mothers love i feel, is a measure of the heart. I guess unconditional love goes in there some place.
I believe if sort after, it will be found. We just need to remember to make the most of now. Spend time making memories, and reaching out to those most special to us.
I think id like to read this book! yes please!
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