I came across this excerpt a short while back and immediately found myself resonating within its words, envisioning the reality of myself endlessly handing out love to those around me, without receiving much in return. It can be hard to constantly offer love to others, especially when they might not deserve it, but it is simply in my nature, as it is for so many others, as well. I cannot live with myself knowing that I do not ensure that I am doing the most possible in order to make others happy. Besides, I would much rather know that I care far too much than that I care far too little; It is likely that I would not be able to live with myself otherwise. Yet, I admit, it is tiring, and I do find myself to be emotionally drained far more than I would ever probably care to admit. Sometimes I just wish that my giving nature and endless love might some day be reciprocated, but until then, I shall continue being a light in the lives of others, no matter how much it hurts.