I hate the letter "I," that lonely, spear-like pronoun.
I love these lines from Walter Scott:
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonor'd, and unsung.
Elder Neal A. Maxwell said, "Selfishness is really self-destruction in slow motion," and President Hinckely said that "He who lives only unto himself withers and dies, while he who forgets himself in the service of others grows and blossoms in this life and in eternity."
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I don't hate the letter "I," which often means "Stand for Something" right? But the rest of your sentiment is nicely put.
Because I adore a song by Gillian Welch called Time the Revelator, I have been thinking a lot about the kind of stuff that time reveals, like selfless choices early on (deciding to have children, for instance, instead of doing way cooler stuff, of which, let's be honest, there is plenty of) and convictions. There is no better revelation of time than the effects of selflessness.
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