Giving yourself

Today I was visited by some very selfish thoughts. It happens. I sometimes want to be special. To be given time. To be understood. To enjoy some happy moments. To feel warm. To swim in the sunrays. There is probably nothing unique in my selfish wishes. That’s human-like to want it. Nothing really wrong one would say. We’re often hungry for some attention or a nice compliment. We sometimes just want to be the only one. The best ones. Loved.

Then all of a sudden I came to a bright idea (like a spring thunderstorm!). Today I happened to present my time to some of my friends. I gave them my warmth. My smiles. My little help. I hopefully made them feel better. Or at least I can say I made one of them laugh. And that made me feel really special…Not because I am special. I am not really. But I now see that it is happiness to give yourself to someone. It doesn’t matter if this someone does not give him\herself back to you. Sure, it’d be maybe perfect. But it is not necessary. If your care for someone is true and honest, you even enjoy this one-sided “warmth sharing”. What I want to say is – it is great to make someone’s day sunnier or to draw a smile on someone’s gloomy face. Or to listen to someone’s problems and just make someone feel that you’re there for them.

I am helpless. Sometimes hopefully helpless. I have no power for many things around me. But I enjoy being a little joy-maker for some people around me. It brings me joy too. It makes me forget about what I lack or what I selfishly want. I just love giving myself away. And don’t worry. Daria is big. Many portions are still left. ;)

I’m grateful for my nice day. For sharing myself, my being, my world, my heart with people around me.

I’m grateful for being able to give myself to others. My shaky knowledge, my curious interest, my love to life.