Currently reading Anne McCaffrey's Pern books. Almost finished with the third one The White Dragon. Also reading The 4-hour workweek by Timothy Ferriss. I enjoy the book because he's saying of the same things I do about work. That a task that takes more time is not necessarily more important. That working your ass off doesn't mean you will rewarded for it. The idea that working 60+ hours a week is a horrible waste of a life. To be more effective is better. The goal of work should be to support yourself to live the life you want and to work as little as possible.
That retirement is a joke. To save up a huge amount of money and wait to do things when you are older is a waste. Do things now. You can, if make them a priority and save up. A life spent working nonstop is a pointless miserable life. It's a life I do not want.
I've spent a lot of time thinking about my childhood recently. One of the things that sticks out to me is how much my mom worked. She spent 50-60 hours a week, every week working at a job she hated. A cog in a big machine. She was not necessary. Needed. She had nothing but contempt for those that worked less or couldn't work. When I was sick and not able to work anymore, she was disgusted by me. I was one of those gross government leeches.
She was a miserable sad person. I knew work wasn't completely to blaim, but it did take a lot out of her. I didn't want to live like her and I don't.