For we have come from so far

Working on a project of a colossal budget, the pressure is on to deliver the goods to the clients! It is during those same times you see the true colors of your beloved colleagues. Everyone, each department, each team, is out to prove to the world that he or she is doing his or her job well. Whatever problems that may arise, comes from someone else. In times like these, what will be will be, and so it goes.

With a whole new package ready to be tested and installed, it is my responsibility to install an entire system! Let's do it! So everyone is waiting patiently, constantly inquiring on the process throughout the whole day: "is it ready yet?" This version is absolutely crucial, for it will be the version used for the site acceptance test by the client. More importantly, it is one of those milestones in a project where you here the ching ching melodies chiming. You hear me, pay time. Ah, but with such pressure, one can only feel like the Titan Atlas, who carries the heavens on his shoulders.

As with work, it seems I've been like Atlas throughout my life, with so much weight on one's shoulder. But at what price? You say it is a choice? Yes, it is a choice, but a choice of morality, compassion, and responsibility. Yet, after carrying and handling so much on one's shoulders, life still appears empty and unfulfilled. Certainly, it is better to live each day as if it were your last, with no regrets.

Corneillie, a Canadian singer originally from Rwanda, best sings it in his French song "For we have come from so far":
We are our own fathers
So young, yet so old, it makes me think you know
We are our own mothers
So young and serious, but this will change
We spend our time making plans for tomorrow
While the beautiful weather passes and leaves us empty and uncertain
We spend so much time working and exhausting ourselves
What good is it if we are not certain to see tomorrow
None

(chorus)
So we must live everyday as our last day
And you should do the same if only you knew
How many times did the world nearly come to an end
So we must live everyday as our last day
For we have come from so far away

When the times are hard and the tough gets going
We say to ourselves: " Stories worse than ours do not exist"
And when the winter arrives
We simply say the warm weather will come back
And it's easy like that
Day after day
We see how everything is transitory
So even when it comes to love
I will love each queen
As my last one
The wind is too heavy
When we only live on prayers
I cherish every moment
Before the light disappears

(chorus)

Day after day
We see how everything is transitory
So let's live while we still can
My dears

As my friend always said, we work to live, and not live to work. So enjoy each moment as it will be your last.