Musing from a contemplative mind....

One of the more difficult things to do is to just let your actions stand. When I drop money in the tip jar, I want to be recognized, when I do something nice for someone I want credit, when I am sacrifical I want someone to notice. Then I realize that my left hand and my right have been talking and see my fradulent motives for what they are and everything I have critizied about others I observe in myself. God, I don't want to put on a show, I don't want to seek the praise of men. But the power of acceptance is so seductive, so alluring at times. But at what cost? And who sets the price tag? If I have been bought with a price, why am I allowing someone else to determine my worth? Why does anybody?