Sunday, April 10, 2011

Someone else's words

This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of Nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.
- George Bernard Shaw

Sometimes I worry I'll never do anything that could be described this way.  Sometime I feel bad that my whole life isn't this already.

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