An unmothered child seeks to love the way she would have wanted to be loved.
She wants to give all, even what she does not have.
She wants to do magic and pray for miracles.
She wants to make others see the most wonderful colours.
She wants to reach their heart, their emptiness, their cold dark corners and their hurting holes, because she knows about that kind of loneliness which is found among your loved ones.
Nevertheless, at the end of the road, she realizes no one dares to be loved that way. Most people prefer darkness and cannot even feel their emptiness.
In the end, large rivers flood small villages and destroy humble homes.
Thus, our generous love looks so selfish because we were giving what we lacked.