"St. Augustine prayed-'O Lord, deliver me from this lust of always vindicating myself.' That temper of mind destroys the soul's faith in God. 'I must explain myself; I must get people to understand.' Our Lord never explained anything; He left mistakes to correct themselves."[1]
The more I interact with other people, the more I realize what a bad person I am. Do I look like a bad person? Probably not. Do I feel like a bad person? Very often.
Now let's break this down. It seems that what I find at the core of myself is the need to make sure other people know that I care about them. I don't want for a second for them to think that I have placed something else above them in their time of need, whether large or small. So then, even if my actions reflect a mostly caring heart, my heart speaks out against me to me and no one else. When you come down to it, there is a selfish motive directing the whole endeavor. I feel guilty enough (to be a catholic sometimes) or I think they might need me or I feel bound by duty.
When did I get away from truly doings things out of love? Now I feel the urge to clean this up for anyone who might now be analyzing what I have done for them and why. And guess what? I want to clean it up again so that no one thinks I am a bad person. The cycle seems to continue ad infinitum.
Perhaps I am making this too black and white and painting myself as one-dimensional. People's motivations are much more complicated than that. And perhaps it all evens out, and I am too busy focusing on my martyrdom for anyone to notice.
[1] Chambers, Oswald. My Utmost for His Highest. November 23rd.







