I do. I do. I don't.

Was I ever meant to understand love? I can't wrap my mind around how one becomes selfless. I am so selfish. I cannot forfeit my own needs and wants to benefit someone else.

A famous writer once wrote that he did not understand what he does. He doesn't do the good he intends and fails to do the good he knows. He has no control over his actions.

I relate to that more than anything I can think of relating to (...in which to relate). So I identify with him. Now what? What are the steps to dealing with this problem or solving this situation?

I'm stuck in this cycle and don't know the proper way out. I can't think of a way to not end that with a preposition.