It’s unsettling to consider how many of our thoughts are centered on our own self-interest. The clothes we wear, the words we speak, the food we eat, and nearly all the actions we take belie an underlying contemplation of what’s in it for me? In the service of others there’s still, paradoxically, a “me” materializing a sense of duty, acquiescence, or charity. Even Mother Teresa is purported to have said there was nothing selfless she had ever done.
What’s in it for me?
What’s in it for me?
What’s in it for me?
It’s unsettling to consider how many of our thoughts are centered on our own self-interest. The clothes we wear, the words we speak, the food we eat, and nearly all the actions we take belie an underlying contemplation of what’s in it for me? In the service of others there’s still, paradoxically, a “me” materializing a sense of duty, acquiescence, or charity. Even Mother Teresa is purported to have said there was nothing selfless she had ever done.