What’s the meaning of it?!

Every morning the rush starts again. At work I do what I’m paid for to the best of my abilities and I go home exhausted to such a degree that I do not wish to go anywhere nor see anyone. And then I read well written books and watch beautiful movies that show me how much more there could be to life. A life that is not impossible for me to live…if only I wasn’t so tired all the time. It’s a vicious circle.