A Feverish, Selfish Little Clod of Ailments

This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; 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

I overdid yesterday at the PGA golf tournament. My “clod of ailments” after walking for four hours had me forget for a moment how glorious it was to be outside on a beautiful and moderate temperature wise day, and attending an event that for most of my life never dreamed I would be attending.

Now I know that Shaw isn’t suggesting that I go out an watch a golf tournament, but instead is encouraging me to seek out my life’s purpose and becoming a force of nature in such an effort. But there is something to be said for a moment or two of pure joy.

I sometimes think much like the First Corinthians “Childish things” that need to be put away, so to are the “little clod of ailments and grievances.”

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About the author

Webb Hubbell is the former Associate Attorney General of The United States. His novels, When Men Betray, Ginger Snaps, A Game of Inches, The Eighteenth Green, and The East End are published by Beaufort Books and are available online or at your local bookstore. When Men Betray won one of the IndieFab awards for best novel in 2014. Ginger Snaps and The Eighteenth Green won the IPPY Awards Gold Medal for best suspense/thriller. His latest, “Light of Day” will be on the bookstands soon.