Who do you love most?
Sounds like a very-normal-you-could-come-across-everyday question, huh? Yet, possibly one of the questions you dread to answer. ‘Why???’ you may wonder aloud and start noting mentally who the lucky person is in your life.
It’s quite easy to give some socially acceptable answer, even easier if you’re intoxicated (read: in love or thinking you are in love) at this very moment. However, this question is a tricky one. Not only because you can not measure love (which parameters would you use anyway? We don’t even come close to agreeable terms to define love as such), but also: How honest are we in answering the question?
So the story goes, I admitted to myself today that it’s myself I love most! Some moments before it came out I expected some great blow, sorrow and anger toward my selfish self. Hmmm… nope, it dawned on me softly, even slanted my lips into a smile that turned into some chuckle.
Adam Smith, in his book ‘The Wealth of Nation’, gives a sharp observation concerning self-interest:
It is not from the benevolence of the butcher, the brewer or the baker, that we expect our dinner, but from their regard of their own interest. We address ourselves not to their humanity, but to their self-love, and never talk to them of our own necessities, but of their advantage.
So Life, what comes next?