Work your ass off, come home go to sleep. Too tired to do anything else. Alarm goes off, go back to work, repeat. Do it for forty years and die.
What's the point? Unless your job is something personal you enjoy, there's no value to a life of all work. There's no point in living just to live. “Oh but I do it for my kids” fantastic, and they get to grow up and live their life the same way.
There's no point to hustling or grinding, because plain and simple, you will die. You will DIE. And your consciousness and accomplishments will disappear for the rest of eternity, and it'll be like you were never even here.
So fuck trying to build an empire of money, all that matters is squeezing as much joy out of this short shit existence before you kick the bucket, and vanish off the face of existence forever.