From a book I’ve just read by Ursula K. LeGuin, who often mixes eastern philosophy into her stories. The two characters are sat in a small boat in the middle of the ocean:
“Try to choose carefully, Arren, when the great choices must be made. When I was young I had to choose between the life of being and the life of doing. And I leapt at the latter like a trout to a fly. But each deed you do, each act, binds you to itself and to its consequences, and makes you act again and yet again. Then very seldom do you come upon a space, a time like this, between act and act, when you may stop and simply be. Or wonder who, after all, you are.”
So what takes up more of your time – being, or doing?