The title pretty much says it all.
If all I have to look forward to is working until I'm too old to actually enjoy life what the fuck is the point of living? I don't want to be super wealthy and have a bunch of cars or whatever. I just want to actually experience what life is. I want to meet people, I want to see things. I want to spend time with my wife and make lasting memories. How the fuck am I supposed to do that when I can't get away from my fucking job and can't afford to really do anything besides survive?
It feels like the point of life is to work for just enough money that I use to survive and pay for gas so that I can go to work. There isn't enough to actually LIVE.
I'm tired of “get rich quick!” scams, internet gurus with the latest in real estate investment and “well just work hard because your company will DEFINETELY notice that!”
Honestly there are days I wish I would just fucking die in my sleep.