I’m coming to believe that behind the fronts and facades, most people live with a sense of self-disdain. The details of the stories are different—for some it’s what they’ve done or not done, for others it’s who they have or haven’t become—but the self-hatred narrative is almost always there. I don’t think most people really like what they see in those honest, vulnerable moments when they look at themselves in the mirror. It makes sense. We live in a culture that defines our value by what we accomplish, what we own, and how we look. I’m struck with the awareness that for the first time in the history of human existence, the majority of our social contact comes in the form of someone trying to sell us something. Is it just a coincidence that the basic message of the most dominant voice in our society is that we are in some way lacking?
– Nathan Foster, The Making of an Ordinary Saint