Why do I only help people that would be better off without my help?

Why do I help people to achieve their goals even though it’s against my own aims/believes/goals?

Anything goes in love, they say, does that justify destruction of love itself?

Why does love feel so far when it’s right beside me? And why does it feel so close when it’s an ocean afar?

Am I the only one who sees things that are so obvious but yet unnoticed by everyone I encounter?

Am I the only one who sacrifices his own luck and happiness for the happiness of the one he loves even though that means his own failure and misery?