Reflections - 2/9
Why am I so selfish? I've never done anything for anyone. I've never loved someone more than myself. And not romantically -- brotherly, filially, piously. I've never committed to one selfless act. From my birth until now, every single action is because I want to do what pleasures me. And I hate it. I've never liked vacations. I hated them. Hated hiking. Hated sightseeing. I remember when I was a junior in high school, I begrudgingly visited China for family issues. I guess going overseas doesn't appeal to me, but it was hard to do it without complaining. I want to complain less. At the same time, I don't like it when other people do things for me. I hate celebrating my birthday. I hated graduation. I don't want to act like I accomplished these things when I know I owe it to my parents and my environment. I don't think, until recently, I did the dishes even once without complaining. Always complaining about chores. Always complaining to my parents. Alw...