New year, older me

This year I want your love and not my love back.
Bounties taste sweeter when given without view of return; grants are loudlier lauded when received upon no merit. It is time to be touched, affected, and not discomfited by it. I know at any rate, be it that I hate myself beyond desert or that everything I touch tumbles beyond credit, this trial must be tried, this weight must be borne, this tax must be wiped, and this life must pass itself by, glorious or bland.