Even when it means you need to sacrifice everything.
Even when you have to surrender your body to the flames, and your heart to prolonged torment.
Even when it hurts more than anything imaginable.
When it doesn’t even feel noble or romantic, but feels ugly and dark and confusing.
Even when it means the world will hate you.
Even if you lose everything or everyone you’ve ever loved, and gain nothing from this world in return;
neither respect, nor honour, nor dignity, nor gratitude.
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It is worth loving people.
It is worth breathing every breath you have been given in this life, for the humble service of others.
Because to love is to know your creator.
And he will wipe away every tear, in due time.