I love the fact that no person on Earth sincerely cares, about another person. It is an everlasting truth and I love the truth for what it is. There are certain prophets hailed and worshipped for the truth they declared to spread, worldwide. Despite the fact they were human, too. I wake up to the same truth. I attempted to be altruistic myself yet the daily dallying delayed me to proceed my sincere quest to be altruistic, sincerely. Eventually I considered that I, myself, exist. I would love to give my salary every month to whomever needs it, though I have needs, myself, to fulfill. While I am nobody, nothing in particular. Fortunately, I am here.