> We make a shitload of money, we actually do have good health insurance, and we punch keyboards in a heated office at a desk.

What's the point of any of that if you're miserable the whole time? Burning through the prime years of your life, no less.

There are valid answers to that question, but I think a lot of people haven't even asked it. In the words of a particularly edgy Radiohead song: "A pig, in a cage, on antibiotics."