Why does giving more joy than receiving?

As a child, I definitely enjoyed receiving gifts. I had dreams and if my parents could, they fulfilled them for me. At the time, of course, I was happy for it, but gradually, as a person matures, he finds that he is very happy to give and put himself in the position of a donor. For example, a child draws a picture to mom. If he saves some small money in the cash register, he will buy something back to his parents. I was very happy if I was able to present them again.

If a child helps parents, it is also a form of gift.

As a person matures, he finds out which gifts are more important. All this gift is perfect when it happens in a field we call love that is infinite. The ways you present are really innumerable, whether it’s a smile or a good deed and so on.

When you give gifts, you get a smile for them or you need a tear of happiness, but the feeling you experience is important. It cannot be described, each of us must experience it. And I believe he has experienced it many times. The feeling you will experience when you are gifted will come to you again and again.

The ocean of these feelings is Love and Gratitude. They are interconnected and intersect.

The selflessness I try to do is altruism. We do not need feedback for our goodness to be celebrated or even given back. I have a clear goal and that is selflessly doing my job. That’s why the goldfish.help project was created.

In the near future, I experienced a great feeling of joy when I presented someone. I knew there was a certain group of homeless people. They live on the main first class road in the woods. At the beginning of winter, I brought them sleeping bags, mattresses, etc. I tried to get there when no one was there, so they didn’t even know who it was. The feeling that gives you that you did something for another and was not absolutely repeated. Well, I was useful to others.

Or When I was shopping, I met an old woman who had found a sick heart. The old man refused the ambulance I had on the phone. People completely spent it, overwhelmed by the flow of their thoughts, which still needs to be bought at Christmas. I realized that the lady would go home for tens of minutes at such a pace and difficulty breathing. So I loaded her in the car and drove her to where she lived.

The feelings that flooded me when I left her house confirmed to me that yes, Miro, this is what you want to do, keep going.