When I sacrifice, I do for another at cost to myself.
But trust me, I get plenty in return.
When I sacrifice, I am acutely aware of the things I have left to be grateful for.
The pain is ordered by purpose, which fills me with satisfaction, not suffering.
The intentionality sharpens my awareness to the situation at hand.
The act reifies my priorities, making my love for the thing easier to experience.
Virtue, it seems, is its own reward.
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