Living for what?

Ok friends.  I've been thinking a lot lately about what it means to be 'living' life.  Not to be living, but rather what we're preparing as teenagers to be doing for the good 3 quarters of the life ahead of us.  I've come to this conclusion: work.  What kind of work?  Well that's entirely up to you I'm sure!  It's been my observation that it's mostly mindless work that requires very little, if any skill.  There are the minority that go out there, extend their roots and find out just what they're capable of.  Some find success in their endeavors, while others may struggle to stay afloat around the expected norm.  But for the most part, we're all just working for the sake of maintaining our lifestyles.  

What lifestyle?  The style, where monday 

through friday (and at times, saturday) you go through the same daily routine?  Wake up.  Shower.  Consume sustenance to maintain your bodies nourishment.  Drive to work.  Work.  Drive home.  Consume sustenance to maintain your bodies nourishment, that

's been slowly drained from you for the last 8-10 hours.  Watch your fellow man living "the dream" of 

st

ardom in the form of their 'perfected' craft known as acting. . . and this you do for your entertainme

nt.  Go to sleep.  Do.  It.  All.  Over again.

I'm finding it very hard to find the joy in life, as I grow nearer and nearer to financial crisis.  All of our endeavors must initially be put into starting a 'life'.  Get your finances in order.  Once those are in order, you then spend your time maintaining your finances and your 'lifestyle.'  The majority of homosapiens it seems never get to really taste what it's like to not have to worry about being financially stable.  Everybody worries.  Where's the joy?  Does it really take 360 days of working, to earn that 5-day vacation?  Is our joy or time to relax really having to be earned?  That's less than 2% of our time spent, enjoying life.

Maybe it's in the small things.  Ya know, in between dinner and your tv show.  Just before you go to bed with your spouse.  Maybe it's the short phone call to your best friend, or your brother while you're taking your lunch at work.  I don't know!  Feels like even then one is stressed about all the responsibilities in life.

Will there every come a point where you're truly, 100% happy?