I think my life is worth living, just not worth working for.

I've got some alright relationships, I'm pretty fond of who I am, my life's not too stressful, all in all things are fine, but I don't think I'm willing to work for "fine"; I'm okay with living this life, it's not a bad life, but I shouldn't have to work just to keep living something this meh. If it were a whole lot better I might not have a problem with the idea of needing to work hard to maintain it, but it isn't, so I do. Maybe I'll just do as I please until I starve to death or die of exposure or what have you.