Sacrifices
There comes a time when we have to make a call to put forward someone else’s well being in front of our own. What is this self-martyrdom about? Does it make us feel good somehow to sacrifice ourselves? Is it self-gratification? Or is it because of someone we care more than ourselves?
I’d say it’s the last statement.
Very few people have found a place in my heart (I count 2 only so far) and those that did mean a lot more to me than myself (which is again, 2). I already sacrificed my happiness for one. But for the other? Would I do it again with the risk of shutting the door down completely?
Maybe I should. I hate to be a happy villian when I could be a sad hero instead. I’ve been fair-warned, and oblivious to the warnings am I. I put everything in God’s hands now and hope everything works out as it should be…
Without me in it.
