<i>If he dies, he dies.</i><p>Screw it, I'm 37 and haven't come close to accomplishing the goals I have for myself... at this point in my life, I don't care if I have to work 168 hours a week, work until my eyeballs bleed, and sacrifice some superficial pleasures for a while... it's now or never, damnit. I'm going to hustle my ass off until I either achieve my goals, die trying, or collapse into a dwibbering, drooling heap who lies in the floor muttering about the giant pink apricot tree aliens who are zapping my brain through my cable box.<p>I understand that this approach isn't for everyone, and more power to everybody who chooses their own path... but for some of us, the sacrifice can be justified (at the moment, anyway).