Nature

Fortunately, or unfortunately, our life is about us. Mine is about me. Yours is about you. Trump's is about Trump's.

He may take it to an obscene extreme, but other people take theirs to the opposite end. Living your whole life for someone else, even something else, is sometimes exalted in our society, but it is unnatural.

Being consumed by your love makes for an entirely different species. It reminds me of Al Capp's shmoos who could turn themselves into roasts, or whatever was wanted. That kind of being lives only to make the creatures around it happy.

Happiness dependent on someone else is a tragedy waiting to happen.

We are social creatures, but that does not define us if we want to be whole, full bodied, healthy, contributing members of our society.

When I learn to take care of myself I am learning the utmost inner lesson about taking care of others. I will never understand another as intimately as I do myself, so the better I am at taking care of me, the better that can translate into caring for whatever is outside of me.

Of course that assumes I have a healthy, relatively balanced nature and a desire to spread that all around.