Not that I do not value industriousness, for I do, and I know that I need it in spades, or in quantities that are, at the very least, equal to that of my neighbor. But to the extent that the industriousness of an endeavor can be worthy, while the purpose of it can seem futile or mystifying, I think that I should not concern myself with, or let myself be distracted by, whatever convention would say about that which I am doing (or not doing) with my life.