busy day. i was working in new york city some years ago and i had a very exciting job, and we used to work late, and very excel rating and i got into a cab to go home, we were four locked away from times square, and all the flashing lights and the sense of the kid being in the big city and i was really happy, but suddenly i realized then, i'm racing around so much, never have the chance to think how deep this happiness is. a kind of adrenaline rush but this is what i want to do with my whole life. i was in my 20s and covering world affairs for "time magazine" and i had interesting colleagues but i thought i can never separate myself from the life to see if it's the life shy be living should i should do something radically different, and i moved to japan, and i suddenly realized although there's a lot of surface excitement in my life it wasn't sustaining me, and that if i was to end my life think can i'd spent the whole of it four blocks from times times square maybe i wouldn't think...