Who are you inside, under all those coats of virtue?

I’m not particularly virtuous. I lack ambition and the courage to face unpleasantness and oftentimes don’t act on what I feel, even when it would be a good thing to do so. Still I don’t think there’s any real darkness in my soul. Flaws, dents, and dings, but no real harm and certainly no malice. I consider myself ordinary, though perhaps my standards are just too flexible.