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.