Found the following via Steven G. Harms here.

I see man’s happiness frustrated until the time arrives when he is judged, given social honor and respect, not by what he has accumulated but by what he has given to his society. This ideal is posited not for itself, but because I know that the frustration of the creative act is the cause of our hatred for each other, and hatred is the cause of our fears. We reward our dealers, our accumulators, our speculators; we penalize with anonymity and low pay our teachers, our scientists, our workers who make and do and build and create. And so the urge that is in all of us to give and to make is turned in upon itself, and we accept the upside-down idea that to take and to accumulate is the great good. And whether we succeed in that or not, we are sooner or later left with the awareness of our emptiness, our inner poverty, and our isolation from mankind. When a man reaches that knowledge and has the sensitivity to feel the loss of his true self deeply, he is a tragic figure; but not unless he tries to find himself despite the world can he raise up in us the actual feeling that something fine and great and precious has been discovered too late.
Arthur Miller explains ‘Death of a Salesman.’ The Atlantic. 2024, February 28

When society prioritizes taking and accumulating, people are left feeling empty, disconnected, and isolated, even if they manage to achieve material success. This emptiness becomes pointedly tragic for those who realize their lost potential to give and create. True fulfillment comes from recognizing and embracing one’s inner desire to contribute meaningfully to society—something that we often overlooks until it’s too late.