Once in a while I get a feeling that I am missing something big, that maybe I went in the wrong direction or perhaps have chosen a bad path.
I get up in the morning, drive to work, slave away all day in a lab filled with computers, drive home, eat and go to bed. Day after day. Night after night.
Church and family times are on Sunday. Saturday afternoon is recovery time for getting up early to drive to work.
There's bound to be more to [daily] life than this.
The trouble with doing something right the first time is that nobody appreciates how difficult it was.