What I really want in life is beauty, immortality, and infinite bliss. But since I can't have that, I need to settle on something that I can have. Lately I've been dedicating substantial energy to recording music, writing, and other personally meaningful activities which have no economic or practical value.
It isn't that I ignore the practical aspects of my life, because I know that's important. But all too often society, and even loved ones around me, seem to suggest that I am wasting time huddled by my computer with the headphones on as the world spins around me.
The concept of wasting time is interesting, because it is meant to suggest that we are not sufficiently carrying on with practical matters: work, chores, responsibilities. But it occurred to me some time ago that it is precisely these things which are a waste of time. If I were to spend a lifetime dedicated to "not wasting time" by this definition, I would in fact waste an entire lifetime! I would die and nothing I would have done would have any significance!
I may not ever create anything meaningful to anybody at all...but I have decided to die trying.