How many times when we were little did we tell out paretns we loved them? How many times did they tell us they loved us back? How many of us base our worth off of love from others? From boyfriends, friends, parents, siblings, mentors? Almost everyone. Actually, I'd even go as far as saying everyone bases their worth off of whether they are loved by others, or more specifically whether they are TOLD they are loved.

In a sense who you love and who you are loved by is your identity.

How does this kind of love relate to sacrifice? In Playboy of the Western World Christy's new identity requires he sacrifice his old identity in order to earn love from the residents of the town. Even Pegeen, the one person who truly should love him cannot because of the lies he inadvertently creates around himself.

This is the kind of love society consists of. Society's "acceptance love" can only exist if we are willing to sacrifice who we really are.