“I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.” –Rabindranath Tagore
I wish that I could say that all service that I’ve done for others was joy. Sometimes it was and those times were wonderful.
At other times–usually when I did things as part of a group–the service sometimes seemed artificial or hollow. Sometimes my feelings actually reached the point of resentment if I thought the service was more for show than to help others.
So now, more often than not, I attemmpt to be in service to others with individual actions I take, or with people I know who share the same spirit of service, and I often attempt to serve others anonymously. To me, telling others about the service I’ve done diminishes the experience and draws into question in my own mind as to why I performed the service.