I hate this saying: At the end of the day...
Sorry people. There are many end of the days, and then something miraculous happens. A new one comes along. It's the nature of our world.
urbandictionary.com defines 'At the end of the day': A saying mostly used by people trying to prove points without having any other intelligent way of expressing it.
In other words, idiots.
But it does emphasize a conclusion of sorts. What do we want at the end of what we are looking for? What we looked for. DUH! But wait!
There's a popular folktale about a businessman who meets a fisherman in a small village. The fisherman catches only what he needs for the moment, taking no more time than needed to fish. The businessman asks the fisherman why he doesn't spend the time catching more? The fisherman shrugs and says that he sleeps late, wakes to play with his children, then talks to his wife, makes love to her, takes a nap if he feels like it (typical man), then spends the evening with his pals.
What a waste of time, the businessman balks. Reaching into the depths of his education, the businessman lays out a plan of action: spend more time catching fish to buy a boat to catch more fish to buy a fleet of boats to catch even more fish. Instead of selling to the middleman, open your own cannery so you can have control over the product, processing, and distribution. The fisherman would have to leave his small village and move into the big city so he can open offices to manage his burgeoning empire. The lowly fisherman would have more money than he could ever spend.
The fisherman asks how long this would take?
A mere decade or two.
The businessman scoffs and states: you can then sleep late, wake to play with your children, then talk to your wife, make love to her, take a nap if you feel like it, then spend the evening with your pals.
Long story short, live in the moment.
Why do people tell a hella long story, then summarize by saying "Long story short"? Too late, bud!
There is another lesson, of course, as these folktales tend to have a lot of depth. Rudyard Kipling had given an address at McGill University in Montreal in 1907. He warned the students against an over-concern for money, or position, or glory: Some day you will meet a man who cares for none of these things. Then you will know how poor you are.
In Kipling's other writings, he said it was all right to have dreams, goals, aspirations, but to be careful that they don't rule you.
This coming from a yet-to-be published author, me. Sorta like single people saying that it's important to know how to have fun while being alone. Isn't that how you go blind?