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Mother… how can I even describe this word? Is it even possible to describe? For me, it's one of the most complicated things in the world.
A few days ago, it was my mother's birthday. The person who loves me without expecting anything in return, without any conditions. The one who goes through so much pain and hardship, gives up her own desires, and puts everyone else first. She spends days, weeks, months just to bring one moment of happiness to her family.
Really… why? How? How can someone be so selfless?
And me… I hate myself for repaying all that love by spending most of my days staring at my phone and computer screens.
A mother cannot be fully described. She is not just a means to give birth. She is a piece of beauty, kindness, selflessness, and love. She is the scent of every flower in the garden. She has the strength and toughness of a mountain, and the calmness of ocean waves. She is the smell of wet earth. She is the taste of life itself.
For me, a mother is like two wings that help me fly through hard times. She is my painkiller when I hurt, my companion when I'm sad.
That night, on her birthday, I opened my eyes and looked at her – really looked at her. In that moment, I realized how much I hate time. How it slowly ages my mother's hands and face. How it swallows my loved ones little by little.
But why fight time? Let's be friends with time. Let's enjoy being with our loved ones, right now, at this very moment. I need to use this moment so that a few years from now, I don't write another post saying "I wish I had valued time and lived in the moment years ago."
I love you forever, my only angel that I have seen with my own eyes.
I respect all the strong and steady mothers in this world, and I always wish them health and happiness with their families.
If your mother is alive, message her right now. Not for a birthday, not for any special occasion. Just tell her you love her. Because no prize, no win, no hunt is worth as much as one warm look from your mother.
A few days ago, it was my mother's birthday. The person who loves me without expecting anything in return, without any conditions. The one who goes through so much pain and hardship, gives up her own desires, and puts everyone else first. She spends days, weeks, months just to bring one moment of happiness to her family.
Really… why? How? How can someone be so selfless?
And me… I hate myself for repaying all that love by spending most of my days staring at my phone and computer screens.
A mother cannot be fully described. She is not just a means to give birth. She is a piece of beauty, kindness, selflessness, and love. She is the scent of every flower in the garden. She has the strength and toughness of a mountain, and the calmness of ocean waves. She is the smell of wet earth. She is the taste of life itself.
For me, a mother is like two wings that help me fly through hard times. She is my painkiller when I hurt, my companion when I'm sad.
That night, on her birthday, I opened my eyes and looked at her – really looked at her. In that moment, I realized how much I hate time. How it slowly ages my mother's hands and face. How it swallows my loved ones little by little.
But why fight time? Let's be friends with time. Let's enjoy being with our loved ones, right now, at this very moment. I need to use this moment so that a few years from now, I don't write another post saying "I wish I had valued time and lived in the moment years ago."
I love you forever, my only angel that I have seen with my own eyes.
I respect all the strong and steady mothers in this world, and I always wish them health and happiness with their families.
If your mother is alive, message her right now. Not for a birthday, not for any special occasion. Just tell her you love her. Because no prize, no win, no hunt is worth as much as one warm look from your mother.
