I don't think I can say it better than Charles Bukowski:
“It was true that I didn’t have much ambition,
but there ought to be a place for people without ambition,
I mean a better place than the one usually reserved.
How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 6:30 a.m.
by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, sh*t, piss,
brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place
where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and
were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?”