What sort of life is that — one that is committed

So what sort of life is that — one that is committed to the guarding of tidy? Is that what you need your life to be about? In the event that you feel there's any reason to your reality as an individual, at that point is this it?

Life is simply too valuable to squander. On the off chance that you are spending your days working at a vocation that isn't profoundly satisfying to you, at that point you're spending your days guarding dust. There's no genuine incentive there. Stuff can't satisfy you. At last it will just divert you from living deliberately.