In Robert Frost's poem, "Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening", the elderly protagonist has stopped his horse in the woods of a man from town to pause for a few and watch the snow fall. He reflects on his life for a bit until the jangle of his little horse's harness bells snap him out of his reverie and urge him to keep moving forward, for, in his words, he has miles to go before he sleeps. He reflects on his many responsibilities while in the woods, as he has lived a long time but still has many things to do that keep him going.

Everyone eventually reaches a point when they might wish to have no responsibilities. Whether people choose to act on their desires is their decision, but I think it makes life a lot...