I know what you mean. I lay in bed at night, thinking about all the little green scraps of life sitting in pots waiting to get a chance to spread their roots, and wonder where I'll put them all, and where I'll find the energy to maintain them. Think about the commitment of maintaining a flock of birds, and wonder what it would be like to have a day free of responsibility. Then, I smell the trees, see my fruit trees in bloom, see the greens ready for harvest in the green house, hear the bird songs. I realize I couldn't give all this up for "a life of leisure", knowing full well that I would then find some useless activity to fill my time.