Working to death, and sometimes I wonder why.

Why do Americans work their lives away?


Who decided that it was a good idea to even work this much?


Why did we listen to that person who said it was a good idea to work this much?


We work, we slave, we don't see our families as much as we should, we break our spirits, we kill ourselves...and what is it all for?
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Why do we insist on living lives that involve so much work and not enough life? And what, for God's sake, is the fucking rush?

Yeah, evolution is real...and soon we'll just evolve into heartless robots who work to save a world that isn't worth living in.

Don't you ever wonder these things?????