Hard to say, honestly.
People praise me, call me so many things. "Saint", "wishing star", "Zee". But it's all a fake, not in the imposter syndrome way either.
Fast backround lesson on me, once i was a crappy sadistic child that thought all i needed was to be feared and have a punching bag. Then i got an overdose of my own medicene and bodily violations, and thus a hard lesson in empathy and reality, making me aware of everything i did and how i totally deserved it. Guy comes around, treats me well and mentors me how to be better but catches the bus and asks i do a bunch of things he wanted to do.
Fast forward to modern day, i have indeed helped people. I set up parties of people that volunteer to give money, food, and water to homeless folk out of my pocket, partly funded by doing tasks for those who want a hand with anything. I am president of a small little community club that helps people who went through various traumas, and i have several large groups of friends, and passed on the ideology of the prior "guy". Im hailed as a little hero, the old folk say im either a true christian or true american, and children gather for my stories.
But i didnt really want or plan any of this
Everything i do comes at a cost, and i will have nothing to sacrifice left, and nothing to scrouge from the rubble to call "me". I am outwardly good but im also doomed, running on a clock ticking down to what'll be seen as a tragedy. Nobody i helped will care, they'll just be sad it stopped coming. People have built their pillars on me, and i cant hold them up forever. Is that morally bad? To be so good people depend on you until you collapse because you arent even helping them out of your OWN goodness, but someone else's?
Long winded, but i feel it's necessary to give the full scope. Apologies if its a long read