The problem with that seems to be that if you're always trying to catch up with some overarching scheme of advancement and progress, you won't have a moment of

The problem with that seems to be that if you're always trying to catch up with some overarching scheme of advancement and progress, you won't have a moment of peace until you retire... An old Chinese hobo named Han-shan used to write strange poems on the cliffs and trees of the mountain where he lived. They're called the cold mountain poems. One of them goes like this: Han-shan has his critics too: ‘Your poems, there’s nothing in them!’ I think of men of ancient times, Poor, humble, but not ashamed. Let him laugh at me and say: ‘It’s all foolishness, your work!’ Let him go on as he is, All his life lost making money.