I know it doesn't help but I'm usually (if not always) reading these articles off my phone screen.
After I lock my phone for the last time of the day, I'm left in the darkness, unaided by anything, to knock myself out.
These pockets of time are usually spent with my thoughts. They usually flicker between recollecting events that happened in the day, happy memories, him, or plans for the next day.
Today, it was babies.
(In a not creepy way)
I was watching a bubzvlogs video earlier in the night and I was just recalling that short bit where it was just baby isaac looking into the camera. Then I wondered about if/when I have my own children one day, how I'm quite certain my heart would just explode with love for them.
And then I realised that they will probably never love me the same way I will love them. It's tough to admit but when I pondered about it, I'm came to the conclusion that I definitely don't love my parents as much as they love me.
This slightly sad thought dwelled in my mind for a bit and then it hit me that I've come across (or actually, studied very intensely) a quote that perfectly sums this all up.
"For a wonderful physical tie binds the parents to the children; and - by some sad, strange irony - it does not bind us children to our parents. For if it did, if we could answer their love not with gratitude but with equal love, life would lose much of its pathos and much of its squalor, and we might be wonderfully happy."
- E.M Forster (Where Angels Fear to Tread)
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