Everyday.

A master in the art of living draws no sharp distinction between her work and her play; her labor and her love; her mind and her body; her education and her recreation. She hardly knows which is which. She simply pursues her vision of excellence through whatever she is doing and leaves others to determine whether she is working or playing. To her she always appears to be doing both.

Every day I ask myself: is this what I want to be doing? Am I living to work or working to live? Is working at the same company, slowly climbing the ladder, going to make me happy looking back in 60 years? When I was five, did I picture myself here? Do I even recognize myself anymore? What dreams do I want to achieve? Then, just like the day before and the day before that, I rattle off about a hundred different paths I could take. Then every day, I got to sleep feeling like I failed once again. How do you move in the direction of your dreams without letting your real life get in the way? Now I see how people get stuck and just keep on living the mundane, passion-less life. It seems too daunting, once you're too far in, to uproot and shoot for the extraordinary.