People hate their jobs, but they get paid for it. Without the time or concentration available to develop a real hobby, or to enrich themselves with some kind of art and culture, or to connect and nurture real relationships, the questions of 'why do I work' and 'is this work worth it' are inevitable.

Retail therapy is the culmination of this. Why do I work if I am just scraping by with no way to develop myself? To make money. What good is money? To buy something. I should buy something I want or else none of this is worth it. Boom. Inevitable.

Thoughts?