There are different kinds of love, and as I age, I’m trying to refine my definition. I think that as I age, I’m becoming less selfish.
There are two extremes from hedonism to self-denial, and finding the balance so we can all co-exist happily is probably the best.
Asking myself if what I’m doing is best for the common good, or “what is best for all of us” might be great, but I suppose sometimes our insatiable needs, or hormomes( if you’re a pre-teen) or hugely stressful situations make me detour.
I know I’m best when I’m at peace, but there are these powerful drives within us that I find I need to curb, so I can share the world with the rest of world, instead of thinking I need to conquer it.
My Ferrari mind and Chevy brakes make it hard to manoeuvre some days
