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The True Joy of Life by George Bernard Shaw

This is the true joy of life, the being used up for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; 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 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. Life is no 'brief candle' to me. It is a sort of spendid torch which I have got hold of for a moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations.

So what purpose is using you? If you don't claim it - you could be used up by the circumstances and conditions of the day. They have a way of overtaking your day, then your life.

Bob Being Bob