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Ba-a-a-a-h humbug.
It's all in the state of mind. Some people are happy with a routine life because they've got some things going on the side that make it all worthwhile. It's the old conundrum: do you live or work, or work to live? The answer is, whichever one makes you happiest. Just live life with imagination and see the possibilities. If you don't, you're dead.
Case in point: when I was very young, I worked in the advertising department of a large insurance company, writing for the employee newspaper. It was my responsibility to go to Personnel each week and gather death notices for current and retired employees.
Well, after reading the death notices for a few weeks, I noticed a really creepy pattern. About half of the obits were for people who died one or two years after retirement. The company justly prided itself on its retirement benes, and since it was generally a shitful place to work otherwise, retirement was the only reason to stay there. So people would work for 30 years in some stupefyingly boring or degrading job in claims or sales, _earn_ that golden retirement -- and die. Because, I suspect, by the time they retired they had forgotten what they were living for.
I quit after 11 months. Best move I ever made.
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