Sacrifice

Sacrifice-

In my moments of reflection, which usually happen early in the morning when it's still dark outside or late at night--when the light in my nightstand has been turned off and i'm left lying horizontally, eyes shut with the soundtrack of the night playing in my ears.
During these moments i think on life--the flow of it all.  The giving and receiving, the actions and reactions, the in and out, the balance.

And boom! There comes this big word: Sacrifice.
I've read about it, i've given it a lot of thought, and i've questioned:

How does "sacrifice" fit in my life? In my daily life?
With pain?
With distress?
With exhaustion?
With Truth?

There is the usual, conventional notion of sacrifice of giving something up, and getting something better in return.
The Vedas and Upanishads (most ancient Hindu philosophical texts) stand behind a different point of view towards sacrifice: it is something to be offered, not lost.  It is given without the expectation of giving something up.
Also conceived as a wisdom that is gained without begging.

It took me a while to truly grasp what these words meant.  **Note: i'm in no way saying that i've mastered or even fully grasped the concept of sacrifice.  
In today's world, where there is an air of selfishness and ambition governing us all, the plain idea of sacrifice is out of the equation of life. Just considering the key word of such statements-- offering?! 

It pains me, it really does, when i perceive the loss of human touch..of human spirit!
in relationships, in work atmospheres, in essentials such as health and education. It's not about the wellness anymore, who cares about the sick or the child? 
"Can they pay the bill?" 
"Yes?" 
chi-ching!
"No?"
bam (door shut in the face)

I sometimes feel a slight crazy questioning it all and feeling truly affected. I wouldn't renounce to it, by any means, but just fall into this state of awe when i see how those who have the political, economic and social power to change things are so removed. 

Here is my bizarre perception of life. I can't find another way of describing it but in abstract images and feelings.
Play along with me here:

It's as if life happened in frequencies.
How does that work?
Ok, let me set the scene-- just like a theatrical play.
There is space and time, inevitably.  Life is running through me and through us all in a determined frequency.  The high frequency of life.  This wave of energy exists in itself and is pure knowledge, pure consciousness-- stable, at ease, strong and light.
Then all the creatures of the world run through their own frequency, their own wave--varying in length, intensity, even color.  They are all a part of life energy, come from it, just not always in tune with it.
So there is this orchestra, symphony of waves--some are dissonant, some harmonious, some completely flat, others in permanent  rest.
And it's OK.  It's all changeable, it all varies..there lies the beauty of it all.

It is important though to take a moment and check the frequency.  Take a moment of abstract thinking, of assessment and contemplation.  Some things, habits, are deeply engrained--set in automatic.  And time does make us more and more rusty.  We all know how age affects our physical realm..it's not quite different with our psyche.
It takes courage and a huge act of sacrifice to produce true change. An act of surrender, offering--with no expectation or begging behind.  

Why am i writing about this? I have no concrete answer.
I'm on a journey, where i work and gear towards stability, joy happiness and love.  SUPER-objectives as a former acting teacher would call them.  
Sacrifice is most absolutely one of my objectives that will lead me to the SUPER one.

Love & Light,
Fía.