I used to mourn for the world. That was the old me. Instead of thinking, "what can I do?", I used to believe there was no hope, no way out of my own perceived miserable existence and thus, the world's. I would watch the news, read the papers, and wallow in their misery. Bad news sells, good news isn't as exciting to the reader, the watcher. I don't know what changed, or when. I just know how. I began loving myself, truly becoming selfish. Something drove me to the realization that I couldn't truly love others until I loved myself. As Osho put it, "What is the meaning of being selfish? The first basic thing is to be self-centered. The second basic thing is always to look for one's blissfulness. If you are self-centered, you will
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