Just out of time this evening, go so much which I could say and share, but time, time, just keeps nagging at me.
In 24 hour cycle have to work, need energy for work (and is usually when best personal thoughts peek for self, but instead at work), then get home, by that time near exhausted, so dealing with 2nd hand thoughts, then play time, then if care about health, bed time.
It just goes by so quick.
It's all so meaningless, as you get older.
You work jobs, but never prosper, deliberately kept in underclass, regardless of effort.
It's why for most, if prosperity through money is all you're living for, you'll never achieve anything.
It's kind of sad and depressing when you wake up at 6 am on the weekend, and already know ahead of time won't have enough time to accomplish goals that day, before being brutally dragged back into weekday work schedule where you're used as nothing more than a mule.