In the middle of last night I was considering how I could improve my behavior and make myself more cheerful and pleasant to be with. But really, are such thoughts any different from plans to make more money or gain higher social status? These improvements are all about appearance.
How would it be if everything I did were for God, if all my ambitions were truly for having a clearer sense of the presence that permeates everything? Such midnight thinking gave me a headache. I could not sleep or pray or concentrate on my work.
This came: Don't think so much about me. Live in the kingdom of love where you walk along most naturally. You are not meant to untangle these theological contortions.
— Bahauddin , The Drowned Book by Coleman Barks, John Moyne