Part of my desire to be an entrepreneur is driven by fear—the fear of becoming some kind of zombie, working without passion, living on a treadmill. Some people use other terms like “rat race,” “wage slave,” and “mid-life crisis.”
Growing up, I was afraid of acquiring the overhead of a stay-at-home mom with kids and a mortgage and working for a job, I didn’t enjoy, with the highlight of my day being, figuratively speaking, to “punch the clock” at the end of the shift, only to come home to additional pressures and count the days till I retire.
Anand Vishwanath blog (I might die soon) includes a post “Does everyone’s life start and end like this?”
… Late 30s… No sooner, you are all of a sudden just another person around the block, with all the cool ideas you had buried way down in a pile of responsibilities. You look back and see, if only you would not have taken that one decision, how different your life would have been today. But alas, it’s too late! It’s just another life now!
One commenter remarks:
Life is suffering my friend. You have to make the most of it before it's over. You have to spend your time wisely and doing what's count. According to Buddhism, you have been doing this in a countless life before. Talking about endless cycle.