In the ongoing and lonely battle against conventional working, those who try until their dying breath to eschew cube life will be given an infinite amount of flak. Not just because you’ll be told you’re lazy and worthless for not wanting to get paid for a trained monkey’s position, but because everyone else wants you to, as Arcade Fire once said, “Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock.”
But for you to adhere to the pressure, to buckle at the knees in response to everyone’s desire for you to be as unfree as they are would result in killing off all traces of what’s left of your soul. Sure, you need money; sure, you wander through existence mostly alone because everyone else has a schedule to keep. So what? You’re out of the literal box. Until you make a new one out of cardboard to live in, one supposes.