a mother's love

the fundatmentals for one's existence is purpose.

this must be the reason why there are so many suicides in this world.

human beings cant live without a purpose.

i remember a period in my teenage years when i was constantly in a state of depression, searching for my sense of identity.

i didnt know what i was living for.

i'm in a similar state now, albeit in a different context.

i'm tired of seeing everything, but not doing anything.

i want to know what i am supposed to do and know how i'm supposed to contribute.

come to think of it, the root of the problem lies in the lack of fulfillment, the lack of self-satisfaction and hence resulting in a lack of motivation.

this has to be rectified.

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on another note, just being random, thought of something my colleague mentioned the other day:

i never knew my husband has the capacity to love a person so much, until we had my son.

i'm curious. is anyone really capable of loving someone so much, whole heartedly, unconditionally?

would i feel the same way, when i become a mother?

would it only happen, when i become a mother?

do all mothers feel the same?

does the love for your children, surpass any other sort of love that exist?

wouldnt it be tragic, if someone live through life, without ever knowing what love truly is.