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“She’d devoted her life to her children, her father, the house, her job, the bills. Consciously or subconsciously, she’d stopped doing those things that would give her the opportunity to think about herself. Gone were the relaxing conversations with friends on the telephone, or walks or baths, or even working in her garden. Everything she did had a purpose, and though she believed she was keeping her life orderly in this way, she now realized that it had been a mistake.
It didn’t helped, after all. She was busy from the moment she woke until the moment she went to bed, and because she’d robbed herself of any possibility of rewards, there was nothing to look forward to. Her daily routine was a series of chores, and that was enough to wear anyone down. By giving up the little things that make life worthwhile, all she’d done, she suddenly realized, was to forget who she really was.”
The phrase made me think how easy it is to forget oneself. I wonder if mum was or is like this too, burying herself into work, the house and us just so she would forget about that one betrayal. Have we become her reason, or excuse, to be such a workaholic.
Do we all run to forget about things? Throw ourselves in other things to forget about the bigger problems and in turn forget to love ourselves.
I hope mum, me or the people around me would never have to run like that.
Not run away from something but rather run towards something.
Had a good rest today! Watched an entire day of TV and reading my book. Its been awhile! HURHUR.
But haven’t actually finish my work.. 
