When I purchase engineering supplies, I find myself passing the art section, then lingering, my aching fingers tracing lovingly over the charcoal and pencils, caressing the blank paper with my hands and my thoughts.

Sometimes, I despair; I ask myself why I pursued engineering instead of art.

Immediately, I remind myself that I, in fact, did pursue art, in a subtly different way, yet exactly satisfying the same desires to see, shape, create, perfect.  A blank page is not unlike an unsolved problem; foreign and familiar at once, the untapped potential of the raw materials and raw ideas, whispers of basic shapes and fundamental concepts beckoning, begging to be connected, filled, fulfilled.

Seek not the ends; seek the means, the process that brings you joy, for therein lies true happiness.