You start to realize the RPG games you grinded on in your teens and 20s (or longer) really didn't amount to anything. Then you realize if you wood cut and fish

You start to realize the RPG games you grinded on in your teens and 20s (or longer) really didn't amount to anything. Then you realize if you wood cut and fish in real life you can build things and feed yourself. Suddenly that seems far more interesting working on little hobby projects and skilling in the physical world than working on whatever bullshit pays for that in the 9-5. After some point you'd rather you didn't have to do that 9-5 at all and become depressed a bit by the fact you have to spend so much time a day on something that doesn't fundamentally concern you and you don't therefore fundamentally care about. The fact it takes up your time and energy, and you don't get to get out of it until you are old and worn out unless you hit some lottery in the meanwhile.