Every achievement is paid for by sacrifices.
This is an essential choice that must be respected. But life seems to me much too various, too attractive to be amputated. The only achievement I aspired to was to have every iron in the fire, to leave not the smallest stone unturned as a possible source of life. And each stone required that time be devoted to it. What I fear most about stress is not that it kills, but that it prevents one from savoring life.