the world doesn't revolve around me; it spins between everyone and no one. people pleasers harvest sorrow in themselves where planets of happy orbit their sun of night - darkness swallowed to front-smiles of performance while deeds rest dormant in minds of their very own pleasant. i am not a person above described where gleeful returns are bribed. i don't selflessly strive for others to derive something in return - something only their appeasement can do for me. no, this i am not. it's not about contenting myself or others first - people happen different; i'm not saying for better for worse. i just live in respect and attempt to reflect what is best for me and others consequently - trying to be the person i want to be. the seasons season, leave, and then return. joyfulness, even sadness, comes and goes, and comes. water becomes atmosphere, and then falls back. investments always return, either wealth or loss. and phrases told to children return generations later to teach other children once more. returns are in Nature itself, and in ours. so its not unreasonable when we do, when we say, or even when we feel, to hope for some abstract physics. wrong expectations would call for equal or sometimes opposite reinforcements. those who deny this are either idealists or cynics. but really, even love boils down to something in return. love for love, not always true but mostly. investment for interest, always true, or costly. nurture for nurture, care for care, coming home early because someone is there. affection for the nearness or a kiss - this for that or that for this. even sacrifice can be for reward of giving. our exchanges tell us most that we're living. is it so unreasonable for one to yearn for just a little in return?