This is not about a conversation I had yesterday

Occasionally I am confronted with the rather unsettling question "Are you, in fact, a lazy underachiever?" Usually this follows the unusual feeling of obligation to achieve something. Typically I don't feel that impulse. It arises, instead, from the outside.

"Don't you think you are wasting your life?"

"No.. Should I think I'm wasting my life?"

"Well... I'm not one to judge."

We could all do more, I suppose. But for what. For what. For what.

I wish you a merry Christmas.
I wish you a merry Christmas.
I wish you a merry Christmas.
And a happy new year.