Love is selfless, yet it exhilarates the self. ~ Karen Casey, Each Day a New Beginning

A conundrum, it is. Confusing, difficult,
seemingly contradictory. Love is selfless…
unselfish, concerned with hopes and dreams,
wishes and needs of someone…everyone…else
before your own. Love exhilarates the self.
Makes happy, elevated, elated.
A happy, elevated, elated self. Self.
A person’s essential being, that which sets them apart.
One’s own interest or pleasure. But love is selfless…
unselfish, concerned with hopes and dreams,
wishes and needs of someone…anyone…else.
And love exhilarates the self.
Which, of course, is included in that word…anyone.
Or, as it proves itself, everyone.