80% of life seems to be spent on work and admin (cleaning, washing, trying to fall asleep, worrying about crap, second guessing what other people want from us, not forgiving other people...)
20%, if we are lucky, is spent on actually living. And I don't mean simply existing. Living is doing the stuff that fulfils us, that engages the creative spirit within, that releases our childlike wonder and joy at the world.
There be something funky with this back to front split...