A man had to have a great many accomplishments in his life, or he would be considered worthless in the eyes of others.
A man could also have no accomplishments at all, and even if existence counted him worthless for it, he could still be laid back and happy. It all came down to where a being drew their sense of happiness from, whether they took it from the ledger others kept of them or from somewhere the others could not reach.
For Noah, he had never much cared how many accomplishments he stacked, nor how many more came after, nor what anyone thought of any of them. He kept his mentality the same regardless, as though he were never doing anything major, as though he were only ever going through the motions of an ordinary day. So even now, while he was changing the very history and makeup of a vast Observable Existence, an event that was by any measure significant and grand, to him it also simply was not. It was a thing he was doing. Nothing more!
