It's not the things we like to do, or even choose to do, which sustain us.
The hard and complex things which give so much meaning to our days are a source of toil, frustration and accomplishment.
I spend my days plotting, debating, explaining. Most of this is done with people who seem so slow to understand concepts; who cannot follow the thread of a narrative; who have made decisions before they have heard any facts.
I do not debate with Socrates or Aristotle.
Too often, I am Diogenes.
There are too many willing to damage the lives of others to advance their personal needs.
I do not go quietly.