Where I store things I make, and think out loud about projects
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.