“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 | 1856 - 1950 | Irish writer & activist
Maybe it's the challenge of personally recognizing our 'mighty' purpose that brings about our 'feverish selfish little clod' moments.
To me, a 'mighty' purpose sounds big ... grand ... impressive.
Not being able to recognize my purpose as a 'mighty one' might be deflating. If I'm deflated, I might feel I don't matter to others. If that's the case, it's easy to understand how I might complain about the world not devoting itself to making me happy. Embarrassing for anyone over the age of 25 to complain about that ... much more embarrassing for someone my age.
I've found it helpful to remind myself in my less than mighty moments, I can still choose to be a positive force of nature and put my attention (energy) into being a better part of someone else's day. And when I do that ... I tend to have a better day myself.