I re-read Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw this past weekend, and in my notes was this beautiful quote by Shaw himself. Happy Labor Day Monday, let’s move to Spooky Season, shall we?
This is the true joy in life, being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; to be thoroughly worn out before being thrown on the scrap heap.
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 world and as long as I live, it is my privilege to do for it what 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 to 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.
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I’m so happy to have found your blog (via Bella Grace). Like yourself, I have experienced the need to “walk on eggshells,” and am exhausted by it. Here’s to not suffering fools.
Such a nice thought from someone who leaves shitty comments on instagram posts. Maybe re-read the poem and become a better person? At least take the link to you blog out of your bio…
No way I’m taking the link to this blog out of my bio. If I did, I would miss lovely comments like this. Thank you for taking the time to leave a comment!