I came to the realisation that I tend to think for myself only. I observe the people around me, and read books (fictional and non-fictional), and I came to the conclusion that as humans, we are selfish. Isn't this true?
It will be sad, and the world will be a very cruel place to live in if the only goal in our lives is to ensure the survival of our species. There will be no hands that offer genuine help, no occasional strangers who pick up and return your money, no spare umbrellas for those stormy days. There will be no hope, no light after the darkest hour.
Then I pondered, what if we are created to love? Then it make sense, because hatred and selfishness need a reason, but love doesn't. Why? Because naturally we are built-in with a capacity to love, without any reason; some of us maybe easier to love others, and some of us like me find it harder, as layers upon layers of mistrust covered the soft heart within. Upon knowing my own incapacity to love, and how difficult it is to change the world without love, I set foot on a journey to find love.
That's N years ago, and although I am not a fully loving creature yet, I am sure I am on the right path, for I am following someone's footsteps, the only one who shows how to love, and not to seek return from others, making love out of nothing at all (reminded me of the oldie).
