...The more successful I’ve become, the more unworthy of success I feel
All that evening I felt shame. When I got back to the Savoy, my wife was waiting for me. She suggested that I take some of the money I was going to receive and buy something for myself, perhaps a new coat since my old one is getting so ratty. I was about to say no and then I realized that while I can feel gratitude in difficult situations, like sitting in my brother’s hospital room or with my sciatica, I have a hard time feeling gratitude for things that are actually purely good. Actual happiness confuses me.
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