I often wonder if we’ll work non-stop all of our lives.
We sacrifice ourselves in order to obtain material stuff, to go on vacations, to get tattoos, but most of our days we spent doing a mindless, meaningless job.
And the days we do “rest”, we have a thousand things to do before actual relax time. A moment that never comes because there aren’t enough hours in a day.
There aren’t enough hours in a lifetime it seems.
Will we ever regret this lifestyle that we’ve fallen into?
