One of the worst parts about work is that I always end up feeling like my life is rapidly disappearing. One long day of work leads to the next and I lose track of time.
I've been working at my new job for a month already, and I still feel like it's "new." It leaves me with the sense that time is slipping through my fingers. Then I have to wonder what I'm doing with my rapidly passing life and whether it's what I should be.
Reality dictates that I need to work to earn money. Money enables a person to acquire necessities and luxuries. From what I've experienced, life simply doesn't feel complete with just money, though. There are all the aspects of life that money cannot provide and work obviously cannot provide those.