Looking back, my theory on the pros of disengagement is self serving. The story used to illustrate this is irrefutable:

Sheryl was an enigmatic, right sized crow who dreamed of being a gyno-ichthyologist, you know - all tuna all the time. One day while she was caw-cawing on a palm tree, Eddie the irrepressible mockingbird with dreams of doing Carnegie Hall with Tonya Harding, was instantly taken with Ms. Crow. Eddie swooped and dived using all of his physical skills however none of his haunting vibrato. Sheryl seemed tickled by all this. Off in the distance two languid successes sat on their Agio cushioned hinneys and just stared at the ritual going on in that palm tree jutting up into the cloudless sky. The boy success unlike his girl admirer was there at that moment because his wings are clipped and is dispassionate towards seeking adventure. Life has granted him contentment with his inner life. Watching birds jitterbug means more to him than visiting Utah or power washing the driveway. He never asks himself if he is happy because he's too happy to question it. But his girl most definitely performs rather than just observes. She soars and contributes on a grand scale. Flap on, Sheryl and Eddie. The kids down the block sure are.