For the longest time I believed that selfless love was a myth.
Helping strangers, every act of kindness, gives you joy and pleases your ego. Parents doing-it-all for their kids was biological and meant the survival of their genes.
In my mind, these are not selfless.
Don’t get me wrong, I do not think these are any less. It’s okay to be not-selfless. For me the reasons aren’t always as important as the end result.
I am not claiming to understand selfless love. But I have a perspective at least.
This is what I know now. Selfless love hurts. It’s a whole lot of pain. And one without any glory in the end.
Let me tell you a story.