I just need to vent for a second. Is this seriously all there is to life? I feel like I’m doing the same thing every day and then when it’s the weekend I’m catching up on things I didn’t have time to do during the week BECAUSE of work or I’m recovering from work! I feel like I’m just wasting away. There are so many things I want to do in life but I don’t want to do them when I’m 70 with a body that is sick and doesn’t work! There has got to be more to life than giving all my time to people who don’t care about me and then going home and having only a couple hours to myself! Everyone I talk to about this looks at me like I’m absolutely insane. It’s like I’m the crazy one for wanting to actually live rather than work until the day I die. Are people seriously happy with this arrangement? I turned 30 this year and it makes me so upset that I spent the last decade of my life working and have nothing to show for it. I take 1 week off every year for a trip and then I’ll have some holidays off but that’s all. I’m living for that 1 week every year! How on earth could this possibly be our purpose? We only get one life and this is not how I envisioned living it or want to live it. Rant over. Thank you for coming to my TEDtalk.