What to do with limited time?

Today started just as any other. I arose from my slumber and fumbled through my morning routine. Fully dressed and with a small hint of the overbearing presence of time, I scurried to the bus stop. After a somewhat trying bus ride, I slipped into my meticulously organized workspace and started to remove a few items from the seemingly never ending list of mindless tasks assigned to me. Tasks that within a small scope of deceptive reality seem extremely important and seemingly necessary to keep the 3rd planet of the Sol system rotating on its axis, delicately balanced on a 23 degree angle and rotating around its host star. As I was triple checking an inventory of widgets and what-nots for the third time, that thin membrane of existence protectively placed between me and the immensity of time burst and I was overwhelmed with the urge to accomplish SOMETHING of significance. There are only a finite quantity of precious tick-tocks allotted to me and here I am wasting them in order to ensure that widget A is still associated with what-not 3 so that thing-gummy # will somehow feel at ease in this universe of infinite permutations?!

The real question became "Do I really need to accomplish something and who will determine whether something was actually accomplished?" After this brief burst of cosmic flux, I settled back and revelled in the comfort that I alone determine what the purposes of my life is. I believe that all men must toil in some fashion in order to survive from day to day. If a man does not struggle daily to complete that next task or limp through that next crisis, he has NOT accomplished anything. My very passage through time without disintegrating into an undulating block of nothingness is proof that something has been accomplished.

And yes, it turns out, thing-gummy does feel at ease and has become well acquainted with his cohorts in insanity Widget A and What-not 3.