Reason for my rebellion?

An analogy:

I like to write letters.

So I write a lot of letters to a someone.

But everytime I write them and give it, I'll think if the person actually appreciates it?

For me, I love to receive handwritten letters.

I always imagine that if I were to receive letters, how happy I'd be.

And I thought the same happiness I'd feel might apply to others.

But I realised, maybe not.

I just can't apply how I want things and how I'd like things, onto others.