Altruism?

by Luca Monnerjan 

The earth keeps spinning. Round and round, all the time. Wherever we are, whatever we do. It never stops. We don't even feel it spinning but it does, all the time. Although it sometimes feels to us, that we're standing still, we never do. And so does time. Time doesn't stop either, it never did and it never will. Everything we know and will ever know, was born, it lived and died. Like everything in this little world that seems so big to everyone. It seems so big, but it means nothing to the universe. Nothing we do is important in the end. Everything we do is for our own comfort in the end. Although we think it is not for ourselves, whenever you help someone it is also to comfort your conscience. Whenever you decide to not help someone it is for your own physical comfort. But we are so small in this endless seeming universe. Maybe it is not endless at all? Maybe it is just endless to us.