I came across this quote a while ago but saw it again just last night as I was trying to soothe myself before bed.
Somehow it seems especially appropriate now, perhaps because with a new move I've lost that sense of belonging to the community and of giving back. I've gotten into the trap I always fall victim to, the trap of becoming petty and small in my thinking and complaining about the minutia - except, of course, I'm only a victim of myself.
Anyway, here is what GBS has to say about it all:
This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; 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.
I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the whole community, and as long as I live it is my privilege to do for it whatever I can.
I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work the more I live. I rejoice in life for its own sake. Life is no "brief candle" for me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold of for the moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations.
I miss the days when people could write like that, straightforward and blunt but beautiful, too.
My favorite phrase is: a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances.
Well, if there is anything at all to aspire to, perhaps it's not becoming that and instead realizing that the 'harder I work the more I live.'
Really, I'm probably going to have to write that on a sticky note and slap it on my bathroom mirror.
I hope everyone is having a wonderful weekend so far.
I'm trying to convince my husband to go see Molly's Game.