So I have this theory that has been bothering me since a long time, mostly because I have come to refute my own philosophies on a certain things that helped me cope with my own anxieties at some point of time. Long time ago I wrote this poem on "Sacrifices" and I wrote about how they never go in vain. What goes around comes all the way back around. That is what I used to think. That sacrifices were my way of going against my own interests to serve someone else's interests. And that someone else is my special someone, on whom I have wasted a bulk of emotions. But keeping my emotions apart, what concerned me the most were the times when I sacrificed a bit of myself to satisfy someone else. And then I convinced myself that maybe someday all these sacrifices will make sense, they will someday come back to me and justify themselves. But then across the years I found out that if I really want that to happen, how will that even remain a sacrifice? That will change its definition in its entirety. If I expect after I sacrificed something, wouldn't that indicate that my self-interests playing some role here? Wouldn't that mean that the reason I'm sacrificing is because I want something back from it. Where is the selflessness, then?
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