A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. It would be horribly selfish if it wanted all the flowers in the garden to be both red and roses.
People are just as wonderful as sunsets if you let them be. When I look at a sunset, I don't find myself saying, 'Soften the orange a bit on the right hand corner.' I don't try to control a sunset. I watch with awe as it unfolds.
