sometimes i just feel terribly selfish.
i’m not a bad person. but sometimes i get to thinking about life. this life’s purpose. MY life. and how i’m living it. and then i start to feel like a bad person.
i’m a strong believer that this life is meant to be lived for others and that is when we discover ourselves and find true joy. it’s about love. the kind of love that makes you look at a stranger and see them for who they really are – someone just like you – a child of God – and love them because of it. the kind of love that doesn’t judge or hate. but forgives and extends compassion. the kind of love that genuinely puts other’s happiness before your own.
i KNOW that when we do something for someone else or focus on helping other people with their problems, we forget our own. we become happy. i’ve experienced it in my own life.
i enjoy “giving”, i do. it brings those warm fuzzies that can be contagious. but to GIVE – it’s not necessarily just the giving, but the WAY or attitude in which it’s done. selfless motives. and often the most important giving aren’t of the material things, but of the self. giving of your time, talents, efforts for a greater good. and doing it because you actually CARE – there’s heart and soul in it. then it becomes beneficial to both the receiver and giver.
so yeah, sometimes i feel terribly selfish. thinking i spend too much of my life dwelling on myself. like a useless pity-party. or wrapped up in strictly selfish gain. never noticing what or who is around me because i’m too caught up in ME. that’s the recipe for crappy days and bad moods.
i get to thinking how much time and money and effort i waste in things that really don’t have value. or lasting value. if we had an earthquake here…or economic crisis…and lost our home, job, and belongings – what would we have to show for our lives? did we build meaningful relationships with others? did we really make a difference? or just squander away our days with selfishness and things that only bring temporary happiness?
you know, it’s already september. time flies. it turns into years. it turns into our life. so much can be accomplished – or so much can be wasted.