“Sacrifice.” It means to endure a loss, to give something up that is worth a lot, for the sake of others. It means putting someone else’s needs above your own. To sacrifice is to suffer so that others benefit from it. The suffering part, that’s what bothers me.
So I don’t believe in sacrifices. However, I do believe in giving and I believe in love without ego.
One of the cornerstones of life is trying to care for the ones we love. That starts when we are little and we continue to do so when we are adults. Parents make sacrifices for their children so that they will have a better life. But it’s not really a sacrifice, it is what parents are supposed to do?
Lovers make sacrifices for the loved one. Strangers come together and make a miracle happen for a person in need. Sacrificing time, money and sometimes even the own wellbeing. Gifts from the heart are not sacrifices.
Small things we do for others may go forever unnoticed and might be lost in the complexities of our world and our lives. Unnoticed, like a single drop of rain, especially if we don’t brag about it.
That drop, that single drop can nourish and bring hope. All things done for others are never lost, for even if the message or the deed was lost for the other, it was never lost to us and the wonderful way we felt.
Just to give, to help, to love enables us to learn that the true joy is not found in receiving, but in giving.
So we might think we are just a small drop of rain, but together we can make a flood happen.
“Sacrifice is a part of life. It’s supposed to be. It’s not something to regret. It’s something to aspire to.”
― Mitch Albom,