Work for the benefit of others rather than my own

Without helping others…well, I do not feel complete. I am not here to live on my own, I’m here to survive in the company of those I experience, learn from and touch. I will never stop doing this.

I was at the Library yesterday, and an old man was sitting in the lobby. He called out to me and asked if I was going into town. I told him that I was not. I asked him if he needed a ride, and he told me that it would be great if I could bring him home. I brought him home. It felt good, but odd. Perhaps I’m not so bad after all.

that if you do this, it will make your life quite a bit better. While it is somewhat selfish to want your life better, if it has the side effect of enriching others lives, what is the harm?