Actually, I’ve asked a couple of people this very question. I can’t answer it myself because I have an inherent bias towards my self that prohibits an honest answer. I’ve never though very highly of myself and have often wondered why anybody would even want to associate with me.
Their response was that I in fact do make their lives better in different ways. I have had to simply accept that this is their honest opinion and move on.
Not everybody is cut out to be rocket scientist millionaire philanthropists dedicated to making the world a better place(even on the internet). I had to settle for being a good husband, brother, uncle, and friend. It feels pretty good. I’m going to add father to that repertoire soon.
I never worry much about getting taken advantage of. If you do something good and someone can’t appreciate it, you have still done something good.
Here’s part of what I’ve experienced.
My oldest brother broke his neck in a diving accident when he was 21 and I was 15. Being the only one in my family that was available, I became his care taker/ attendant/ nurse, and eventually coordinator of his health care needs as problems arose. Generally speaking, I had to make sure he was happy and healthy, wealthy and wise would have to wait.
I was very good at this. He had minimal complications for being a quadriplegic, and any that arose were quickly handled very adeptly. As all of this was going on, I started developing some problems too- Alcoholism and drug addiction. Try as I might, I couldn’t do both things at once. I had to go and do my thing, and he had to start taking responsibility for his own well being. The relationship dynamic that we had developed wasn’t any good for either of us.
Well, that didn’t sit well with him. I got into some treatment for my thing, and started to live a different life. We grew apart. He has moved on in different ways. Got married, moved to a flatter warmer state, and is in pretty good shape health wise. Unfortunately, he is extraordinarily pissed off that I abandoned him.
He has stated that he hates my fucking guts, and wishes that I was still a drug addict and a drunk. We were a lot better off that way. We haven’t spoken in a civil way to each other in several years, and may not ever.
Does that diminish the good things in life that we did? Yeah, a little. It makes them bittersweet. I’m happy knowing that he’s living a good life. I would like if we were on better terms, but that is not up to me at this point.
Sometimes you have to accept the bad along with the good.