His was a life of burdens. Everything came to him as an additional entry on the to-do list, something that had to be managed, another ball to keep ajuggled. Finishing any one thing did not bring joy or satisfaction, only the minor relief of being ever so slightly less burdened. He did not look forward to anything, or aspire, or indeed think much about the future at all. His attention was ever on the immediate present, multitasking between what seemed to be ever renewed burdens. In a rare moment of quiet reflection, he concluded that successes fade while failures accumulate.