Service Was Joy–But Not Always

“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.

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About russtowne

My wife and I have been married since 1979. We have 3 adult children and 4 young grandsons. I manage a wealth management firm I founded in 2003. My Beloved is a Special Education teacher for Kindergartners and First Graders. I'm a published author of 23 books in a variety of genres for grownups and children. In addition to my family, friends, investing, and writing, my passions include reading, watching classic movies, experiencing waves crashing on rocky shores, hiking in ancient redwood forests, and enjoying our small redwood grove and fern garden.
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