People are selfish. Everything we do ends up being for ourselves even if we think we do it for others. I'll explain more in a comment if someone writes back.
If nothing changed there would be no butterflies
It's the last things that stay in your mind, the last thing you hear, you see, you feel, before you sail off back to where you came from.
If nothing changed there would be no second view
The deepest things come on the thinnest sheets of paper
One of the most annoying things is something that could be changed if not for skipping heartbeats and adrenaline sizzling up my brain.
What's beyond the concrete walls of reality?
What's beyond the skies of conception?