Even though life has its beauty, it doesn't come without pain and cost and troubles. With every dream, there is a burden. With every silver lining, there is a dark cloud. I'm not trying to be pessimistic; life has two sides to it. I'm simply acknowledging that truth.
I wish I can just quit my job and be released from the burdens associated with it. Indeed, this thought had crossed my mind every few months or so. Sometimes it becomes insupportable for me to think that I have to labor for 40 more years until I can rest. FORTY years! I envy those in retirement or on the brink of it.
However, I know it is irresponsible to ask someone else to carry that burden for me, because we can't live for free. So it's my duty and maybe even an expression of love to keep working. But I'm glad that there is an end to life someday. Forty years sound like forever to me right now, but there is an end. As wonderful as the happy days are, it'll be an impossible and unbearable burden to live forever.