My little colour crayons

I observed something seriously important and started thinking..is there a concept called being unconditional or all the people in the world including me are selfish ..Before explaining what it is all about, i want to mention what made me think....
When ever i see sages, realised souls, social workers, charitable organisations etc who serve people unconditionally, i used to think what made them do/take up all these leaving the pleasures of life...i didn't wanted to assume anything and i started contemplating.....and the result is "a mountain named happiness".


Whenever i was happy or hear a good news etc i always enjoyed the moment. When i was in I'st standard, my friend gifted me a pack of colour crayons on my birthday and that was the best gift i ever had. The moment i used to come home, first thing i used to do is to get a rough book and draw colourful houses, coconut tress, birds etc. i hardly used to hear any noise beside, my mom used to ask me about my home work (i used to complete the next day before going to school), my friends used to call me out to play games (sudden touch, apple cut, chain cut, seven stones etc) but the happiness the crayons gave me was soo much, that i hardly heard them i drew them till i exhaused those little crayons. I loved the gift so much that i gave my undivided attention to them and playing, parents etc just not interested me. Such was the power of love for crayons in my i'st standard where i derived maximum happiness.
May be the sages, sisters etc the people whom i mentioned must have loved their work or interests that they could hardly get disturbed by the external forces.