What Is It That You Do?

What is it that you do? And why?

It is strangely peculiar that people call you ‘selfless’. That is such a shallow word – almost hypocrisy. Are they returning you a favour? But why does it hurt so much to be called that. To them, it is almost a reverence to be known as what they are not, then why should you think any different! You are not selfish and you are not selfless either, you are somewhere in the middle, or maybe you do not lie on the track that connects the two. You are different they say, but you don’t want to be.

Humility is such a superficial attribute. Everyone has an ulterior motive behind everything they do; that does not make them selfish. Isn’t it only logical that everything has a sense of reason behind it, or else wouldn’t it be just plain stupid to do things for no reason? Why does it have to be so visibly defined; the reasons? You do what you like. You do not do it for anyone else either, if not for yourself. 

Maybe they tell you differently, but you are just another piece in the puzzle that the world is. Wouldn’t you just want them to stop? Can they not just take it without having to show a shallow affectation that makes all your work look a result of vanity? You are not a saint. You are not a selfish bastard either. You are just somebody – any other entity.