One of the deep secrets of life is that all that is really worth the doing is what we do for others.

[metroactual]

I often think about the quote “One of the deep secrets of life is that all that is really worth the doing is what we do for others.” and think I've somehow misunderstood it. The odd use of language aside, I would like to think myself a good person who is always willing to help anyone. Even when not asked I am always thinking of others over myself and how I can do anything to help. I assume this is what lead to my "doormat years" where my supposed friends were just walking all over me. Today I am a better person because of it, yet I still feel completely alone, as if my actions are meaningless, hollow and not worth while at all.

I suppose such is life. Just try to accept it, rationalize your emotions, find the cause and move on. Honestly what else is there to do?