Work and life.
I have been working on a 9-5 job for quite some years, and as long as I knew it was the easiest thing to do, a routine in the morning, go to work and in the evening, I had some personal space a time for my hobby or meet my friends, go for family dinner or just some relaxed time for me.
As years passed, I felt these full-time jobs started demanding more of my time and life, questioning my existence.
Let's say. I work, so I can have proper meals a day and a shelter to stay in. Now, my work demands my time. Hence, I neither have time to eat nor stay home other than to sleep, and I need to be in a particular social status to sustain the job, so I invest all my time and money doing things beyond my basic needs to fit in the standards created by society. Not only should I fit in, but I also need to be in a hierarchy relevant to my position as it changes. My life would pass doing this, and looking back when everything is over, my job would have been my life than just being a part of it.
Securing a 9-5 job with monthly pay and a yearly vacation is a modest middle-class dream of living back in the 80s or even in the 90s. Now the idea of such life has blurred, became non-existent, or difficult to attain.
A peaceful modest life has become a luxurious thing that no one can live.