This deep introspection struck me like anything:

"Arriving at the beachfront, I saw stretches of white sands, crystal seas, and scores of coconut trees. To pass the time, I traveled to Calangute Beach, a haven for Westerners who rented inexpensive houses there. Walking the beach, I passed men and women kissing and groping each other, heard rock and roll blaring, and saw drugs openly consumed. It was the same old scene I had left behind in Europe but it now seemed so alien, like something from a past life. Uninterested, I walked through the sand along the sea. I caught myself mentally criticizing them as if I were superior. I didn't want these thoughts, which exposed my own arrogance. I prayed to be purified from my own pollution of fault finding. But it was so hard. Living with the animals in the jungles was so much easier as they didn't so thoroughly expose my own shortcomings."

Most times, I do not even have the strength to see my own shortcomings! I avoid those who point them out and want the easy way out to be away or alone!