“I am not a saint, unless you think of a saint as a sinner who keeps on trying.”
-Nelson Mandela
I continue to work toward being a 'good person.' My methods for this are just to follow my moral compass and practice what feels right and avoid what seems wrong. I've been told I'm blessed with a good head on my shoulders and I have the ability to discern good from bad character. Most people are good, given the chance.
It's hard though, because I'm not Saint B. Hamre III. I'm not a celebrated figure of good and purity, but not a single saint started out purely righteous; saints as we know them were/are just malfunctioning human beings with big hearts or extraordinary strong wills. Keep trying, keep practicing, keep fighting; even though you may end up as a martyr when the text books are published.
I actually just want to give up right now. I don't want to keep trying. I feel like I'm just faking it.
Every time I find myself leaping in front of a proverbial bullet for a friend or stranger I feel like I'm just doing it for myself. I feel selfish for being selfless? Does that really equate to being altruistic? It's almost like I'm only acting the way I am for some sense of good morality or inward need to do so. Sure I do "kind-hearted" things without thinking about them. I'm willing to share the load and even endure hardship in the stead of others, but whenever I do something for someone else it feels good, it feels like the right thing to do. This leads me to believe I'm only really the way I am to chase this moral high-- from one buzz to the next, selfishly.
Shouldn't volunteering be a chore? Shouldn't offering yourself and time come with more of a mental strain and thought behind it? Shouldn't I have self-preservation and want something tangible out of this whole deal? Sometimes it's as though I act this way because I feel I'm working toward heaven or eternal life, for personal gain, or whatever the hell you believe in. Isn't that just being an egocentric asshole in sheep's clothing?
If I continue to pour myself into people and seemingly get nothing back, am I going to end up vacant and hollow? Cause that's what it's starting to feel like. I'm running out of fuel in the tank and I just passed the last self service station for three hundred miles. I don't want anyone's pity or storied accolades. There is no need for people to reimburse me for my time or effort. Guess it's just that I feel like it's hit a point where I'm being taken advantage of or taken for granted. It will pass.
The survivor in me tells me I should stop giving so much and focus on self-preservation, but I can't stop the addict from continuing to shoot up.
Even this note has been self-centered and full of the word "I." Me. me. me. I suppose I'm just attempting to get some of these confused words out of my brain box so they can stop festering up here.