It sounds really sappy, I know. But that doesn't make it any less true.
So much of my alcoholism and addiction was trying to "fill the hole inside" by pulling things into my life to change how I felt; to feel better. To feel "good." To feel happy. But the more I got the more I wanted. Needed. I was in a constant state of acquisitive desire and some kind of freaky soul hunger. The fix never lasted. Never.
It wasn't till I reversed the flow -- by giving -- that the size of the hole (the scope of my hunger, the depth of my need) -- began to lessen. To shrink.
Probably no one is more acutely aware of how sickly sweet this sentiment is. And God knows, I wish I had something cooler to offer on the topic. But I cannot deny the truth of my experience: Service keeps me sober.
And service brings a rich happiness, eventually -- to my great surprise (and a little dismay), turns out it's the fix that lasts.