What is selflessness? How do we quantify it? We can’t see it nor feel it. It has no smell or sound. But we can feel it. Not in our hands nor skin, but in our hearts. The catch? We only feel it after death. Some are more fortunate. They feel it after escaping death. Humans are selfish. We want our loved ones to live longer than us because we can’t bear the pain of losing them. We dare not face death; neither our own nor theirs.

Good people die early. That’s what I believe. The world is an evil place, and those most holy and saint would leave this place of utter horror to join those in paradise, to rest in the arms of our Father in eternity. So many have left before us to join those above in praise and joy. We can weep, but should not grieve. Our tears mark their place on this earth and the place in our hearts. The sorrow is temporary, and we should rejoice that they have left this place devoid of true love to bask in it in eternity. They have done what they were sent to accomplish, and are now rewarded with the Father’s approving eyes gazing shiningly upon them.

How much courage or folly does a person have to say they want to live one more day? Sure, that day may bring happiness. Or sorrow so great the heart tears and rips but nevertheless stays in one piece. Pumping the agony through every inch of one’s body. How prepared are we to face the new day? As the sun rises, it brings hope. But never forget the sun always has to set to give way to the dark and cold night, with the only thing illuminating our hearts: the hope that the sun rises once again. And it will.

Living one more day than you.

That’s selflessness.