People are just waiting for death

Just chance upon this article, and feels that it is very relevant to how I feel. Humans have become slaves, to something so worthless yet important in Life, something called money...

When we were young we had dreams. “When I grow up I want to be a magician!” “I want to be an inventor!” “I want to be a doctor!” “I want to be banker like my father!”
I had always believed that this “life” thing that we were all given, was to allow us to use it to pursue happiness and something enjoyable, so life can be lived fulfilling before we become fertilizers for weeds.
When I was young I wanted to grow up quickly, to live those dreams and to be successful. That is everyones’ dreams too.
But then as we grow older, dreams were discarded. We are all not free, not free to enjoy life at all.
We humans are slave to many needs, and these are the very needs that were used by authority to bind us.
We have to work to earn money to fulfill our very basic needs. Everything we do, we need money in one way or other to do them. We become slaves to our jobs.
Those with money to give are hence able to exploit those who have a empty pocket to be filled.
Customers must be treated with respect. Employer’s requests must be strictly followed. To make life comfortable we need money. To enjoy the service from others we need money. To feed we need money. To love and to have a relationship we need money. To travel we need money.
When I was young I always thought that we get to choose our jobs and choose those that are enjoyable for us to do, and while doing these enjoyable jobs we get money as a form of compensation. I thought that job satisfaction was the most important to me as job is something that occupies so much of your life, and most of us probably spend more time at our jobs then at home or with loved ones.
When I stepped into the working world for the first time I only see sadness. The dreams had long been abandoned and there is this certain look on everyone’s face. The look of being imprisoned in a virtual jail. A confinement of the body and soul. There is no dreams or freedom of happiness. Everyone have to force himself or herself to work to have money to survive and to feed and support loved ones. A job, something that you spend most of your life doing, is something that is sad and miserable and the only reason that forces you to continue doing that is money.
The above may not be true for everyone, but it is true for just about everyone.
There is something wrong about this. Because of money we do not live life fulfillingly. We are not really living. A machine operator. A customer service operator. A receptionist. A doctor. A lawyer. A waitress. A sales representative. Is that living? Is that why we were given life? What is our purpose?
There is no purpose for life because at the end of the road, what do we get? Death.
If there is a paradise waiting for us after death, why not get there right now. Why struggle?
If there is no life after death, then why should we not end it now? Why carry on the struggle when sooner or later it comes a day when nothing matters anymore. Just like in a dreamless sleep, we won’t even be aware of our own existence or inexistence. Isn’t that good?
People are just waiting to die. But they are not capable of ending it themselves. When I was young I would always go down with my grandmother when she chit chat and play cards with other old folks living in the same block at the void deck. Day by day, the same seat, the same chat, the same activity. But the headcount gets smaller over the years and it as a fact of life. The remaining ones only asked quietly, “When is my turn?” There is no regret, no sadness, only inevitability. One day there was not enough headcount left for a game of card. They stopped meeting.
When you retire from your job what you get is not freedom but weariness. There is nothing else for you to do except wait for death.
The old man of the elderly couple living next door to me passed away a few years back. The remaining lady passes her time with the 4 walls of her barren flat as her companion, wondering when she will get to join up with her life partner. But she was not able accelerate the process herself.
Why do we value life so much when we are slave to jobs and money. When we have been cheated from young that life is fulfilling and has purpose, just like how we had been scammed about the existence of Santa.
Death is the ultimate reward of our struggle and nothing else. Why work so hard, why delude ourselves that there is a purpose and meaning and happiness when at the end there is only nothingness?
Why does job takes up more than 50% of our life? We live 70 years but we have only really lived for 20. The other 50 years were spent to acquire money to meet basic needs. What took the 50 years away? Money. Jobs. The simple process of those without money selling their body, mind and soul to get some from those with money. 50 years spent this way. What is the purpose?
I want life to be enjoyable again. I want to have a purpose again. I am lost in the desert and I need help. I need someone to guide me back on the road again.
Show me the way.
Show humanity the way.