Selfish, Indeed

To start off this post in the most traditional and uncreative way imaginable, I offer you a quote, “Great achievement is usually born of great sacrifice, and is never the result of selfishness.” by Napoleon Hill, a deceased American author.

I tend to imagine these ‘great achievements’ of mine in my head all the time, most of them revolving around a fantastic social life, considering how I slack rather despairingly in that department. I tend to imagine myself placed in the shoes of social butterflies who are constantly surrounded by friends and are easily liked even by strangers. But try as I may to perfect the art of Making Everyone Like You, I always fail, and that’s when I realised the major flaw in my equation, as pointed out by Mr Napoleon Hill.

I’ve been selfish. In fact, I am selfish. I constantly whine about my social life and how no one ever seems to be there when I myself fail terribly as a friend, never being there for my friends. And so that’s where I figured out my lack of the key ingredient which is the supposed ‘great sacrifice’ or even just ‘selflessness’. I expect people to be there when I need a shoulder to cry on but have I ever done the same? No. I expect people to be there to share great news with but have I ever done the same? Yet again, no. And even if I have, I have not done a good job of it.

But you know what? Everything I’ve ever done, I try my best to be selfless. I don’t put myself in any position to be mattered, but still I manage to be selfish. Because one way or another, my incapabilities often land me in sticky situations in which I often manage to escape by taking advantages of my friends.

And so for that, to each and everyone of you reading this, I’m sorry. I really, truly am.

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Author: Michelle Teoh

21-year-old cynical Asian, book enthusiast and purveyor of fine sarcasm.

One thought on “Selfish, Indeed”

  1. i get what you mean. it’s when you think you’ve tried your hardest to ‘please’ (if i may call it that), but still, your best isn’t enough. when people still don’t understand what you mean. when they don’t bother to listen to what you say. i, for one, have yet to find someone who can truly understand me.

    but life’s like that. and perhaps this is one of the numerous side effects of being human.

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