Okay, I have this question for a long time, and don't like to talk about it.
Reading all about the Saints and how they suffered, and realizing that suffering is a big part of being Catholic. I even have a prayer that I say daily, asking God to allow me to suffer, and unite it with His suffering for the salvation of sinners mainly my loved ones.
I also have had my days of great suffering, the death of my grandchild, I worry constantly about my son in Afghanistan, I am praying always for my adult children and now my grandchildren, their souls. I suffer pain from arthritis and am always so tired especially after 6:00 P.M. can hardly keep my eyes opened. Yet I love my life, and this is where the problem comes in.
YET! I feel guilty that I am a happy person. I am content, happy and love doing my hobbies, work and prayer life.
I feel guilty because I don't hate my life, like we are suppose to; "If you love your life you will lose it", remember that in the Bible.
On the other hand, I am looking forward to dying and hope to see God. I try to imagine what it will be like when my soul leaves my body and with my angel I will take flight to judgement. I am actually looking forward to it.
So what is wrong with this picture I painted.