It's not about me. It's about You.
It's not about me. It's about Jesus.
It's not about me. It's about my family.
It's not about me. It's about my Mom not having to break her back everyday because I'm lazy.
It's not about me. It's about my little brother Davis growing up to be a loving, selfless, God-fearing young man.
It's not about me. It's about my friends.
IT'S ABOUT ME??!! WHAT??!!! There are SEVEN BILLION other people on this planet, and it's about ME?! I'm a 17 year old boy who works at Chick Fil A, there are 7 billion other people in the world, and it's about ME?!?! How in the world did I get that idiot idea??? If that isn't the most illogical, ludacris thing you've ever heard, then you're as selfish as I am.
There was a man who suffered the most humiliating, painful death of his time for worthless idiots like me who thought life was about themselves, and I live like it's about ME?! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?! What have I done for people?
I've never thought of myself as a particularly selfish person. I mean, I don't mind befriending the weird kid, I share a room with two brothers, I let people drink my Dr Pepper and eat my fries, and I take turns like a good boy.
But recently I was enlightened to a whole new aspect of selfishness. What selfishness is really all about. And it's about being more concerened about getting to check my Facebook or advancing to the next level in Mass Effect 2, or even writing my next song or story, and being less concerened about whether or not my Mom has to do a little extra laundry, or dishwashing, or clean my room for me because she's sick of having to wade through a floor covered in clothes. It's me wanting to do what I want to do, and accomplish what I want to accomplish even at the expense of my mother. As if she doesn't sacrifice enough for me already. It's me pushing my little brother away, who's begging me to do something with him because he's sooo boooorrred! because I want to record this song. Or I want to browse Facebook for a while. And then I have homework. And then I have rehearsal. So even if I said I would play with him in just a second, I don't get around to it because I'm "too busy". Because apparently, making my little brother happy and spending some quality time with him is not as important as making myself happy by being on Facebook (and honestly, most of the time it doesn't even make me all that happy). Meanwhile, my brother is down and bored because his big brother won't play with him. How horrible is that?
I hope and pray God will help me turn this around and be less selfish. No. self-less.
It's not about me. It's about Him.
It's not about me. It's about them.