Sacrifice

I always felt that I had many sacrifices to make in my life, and it was something I felt bitterness towards. Other people never seemed to be required to make as many sacrifices as me. But as I grew older and learned more about other people, I see that many, or most people, have many sacrifices to make, sometimes more than me.

I saw many people in jobs they don’t like, friendships or marriages they don’t like, living a life they don’t want, holding onto comfort, saving face and unable to make a certain sacrifice.

Sacrifices are scary, disturbing, and painful by definition. To be born with the instinct to make the correct sacrifice at the correct time has been the cause of the greatest moments of joy in my life. I can’t explain how, but in moments when I knew I had to let someone else win, when to let go of something I wanted, when to step willingly into the fire, there is a calm confidence that comes over me that helps me forward.

So weird as it sounds, if I had to choose one thing about myself that I love the most, it would be the ability to sacrifice.

Beauty may be a dream, but love is mostly sacrifice.