Sacrifice

  Today I read a story that had tears forming and threatening to fall. A few of them escaped, and I wondered about one thing that was my moral of the story: sacrifice. What is sacrifice? Why do people sacrifice for others? I cannot help but not understand the feeling and meaning of someone doing so. All my life, sacrifices seemed so far-fetched from something that I would do, especially when it concerned life and death issues. I asked myself, would I give my life away to save someone I loved? My honest answer to that is that I don't know. I don't know because I never felt something that was even close to that type of strong emotion of love. Then I asked myself, do I yearn for love? And this time my answer was a bit clearer: yes, because I want to experience all that is good about it; and no, because I never want to be faced with a situation that has to do with sacrifice. It might seem like a coward's way of thinking, but after all that I've seen and heard, I don't think that I will be able to take a thing as heartbreaking and emotionally stressing such as sacrificing. If someone else did it for me, I would wallow in the guilt and not be able to live a proper life. I guess that I would be blaming myself for that person's sacrifice, and like the male protagonist of the story, be afraid to open up to anyone else and be afraid to love again. I don't know if my views of love and sacrifice will ever change, but I hope that one day I can find someone who will be able to open me up enough, like the female protagonist did the male protagonist.