Older, but no wiser

In the comments to the previous post I quoted something from George Bernard Shaw, having Googled for the fragment I could recall, then later remembered the companion to that quote. Here it is, well worthy of a post in it’s own right. These are words which speak powerfully to me:

“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.”