chasing the tail

Why does it give some joy to make someone else happy?

I’m thinking this is the true nature of human beings. This is how we were built to live, but somewhere along the way, on the human rollercoaster ride of our lives, some of us lost the way and became hoarders of our selves. These people think they are the only ones that matter, cutting themselves off from the bliss that can be so easily theirs by just seeing to the happiness of others.

It seems simple. See to the welfare of others, and in the process, somehow, you become well.

(if you buy the argument)

Why is that!?
Is everyone somehow ourselves!? When we see others, could we really be looking into some freaky reflected version of ourselves that could be? What we do to others is really doing to our selves?

Wouldn’t it bode well to treat others as you would yourself being that it is you?

Ummmmm!?