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The Pleasure's in Self-Sacrifice

You've seen a mother Nursing a child, Giving freely Of herself. So altruistic, She finds maternal pleasure Through nurturing. My close friend Gave his son a kidney. His very own organ, Putting himself in jeopardy For his son's prosperity. The pleasure of altruism Wasn't lost on me. Have you seen the picture Of the man on the cross. He wears a smile Behind his blood mask. He found pleasure In offering salvation. No greater gift, Can be bestowed From man, woman or god, Than the innate pleasures Of self-sacrifice.
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francie-lynch
Published
Jul 7, 2015
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One may argue that all motives are hedonistic.

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#selfishness#hedonism#charity#altruism
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