A wise old Frenchman (there are more of them than we generally credit) once said, "The only choice is suicide".
By that, he didn't mean we should all off ourselves. Rather, he believed we should live entirely, or get out of the game. Sitting off on the sidelines and whining, living vicariously through artificial means, complaining rather than doing, all were to him moral cowardice, a craven inability to either play the game or get off the field.
We should be worthy of the air we breath, rather than timid placekeepers who live and die, and never are here at all.