Introduction
The scene is a familiar one to most of us: a beautiful couple walking the beach with an adorable and vivacious dog. They are older, but not too old—think “aging like a fine wine,” not “creaky joints and pill organizers”—in shape and attractive. The sun is setting, and the breeze is just right as they stroll the shoreline. The sky is brushed with warm hues of orange and pink, and the waves gently lap at their feet while the dog bounds ahead, chasing seabirds and wagging its tail. They smile at each other, content, as if they’ve discovered life’s ultimate secret.
And maybe they have—at least according to the world.
They saved enough money, made the correct choices, invested with the right companies, and now they need for nothing and work for no one. Their days are filled with walks at sunset, endless rounds of golf, lunching, nail appointments, and relaxation. Their calendars are clear, their worries minimal, and their lives curated for comfort and ease. They sip wine at 3 p.m. without shame, coordinate outfits for brunch, and refer to every day as “Saturday.”
All they need to do is enjoy the rest of their lives—because they have arrived.
Or at least, that’s what we’re led to believe.
The only problem with this entire scene of blissful retirement is that they are living in sin.
This book is not an attack on rest, relaxation, or enjoying the fruit of your labor. Far from it. But it is a wake-up call to a culture that worships retirement as the finish line, the goal, the reward for a life well-lived. It’s time to expose the lie—and embrace the mission that doesn’t end until we do.