Living for oneself is such a waste of life. A moment of
kindness, a glimpse of compassion or a small act of selflessness gives so much
more meaning to our lives rather than the accumulation of things and stuff. It
is in these moments of puritanical humanity, that we find a glimpse into
goodness and into the art of living.
In all our other mundane activities that we associate with
our routine, we simply touch a fraction of the surface of just existing. But in
the warmth and immediate welling of love for another, we find the great
mysteries of being present on this planet and experiencing the magnanimity of it's awesome wonder. Living and existing are two different things, and people
who have never practiced selflessness in their lives do not know the meaning of
living.
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