Work is a Noun.

Im tired. I tried. I have insouls in my shoes but no idea where my my shoes are in my soul. Where does the week begin? Does it start on monday, when the melancolic mobs miander their way to monotony? When the week was discovered, did it start it right away or did they wait a couple days to record their findings? How much money is an hour worth? Is it necessary to sell hours of life in trade for a better quality of living? These are the questions that put me to sleep at night. We've all been fighting this battle that seems to go on and on. We are priveleged and cursed with the choice to make what we love our means of survival. Yet, I am suspicious of this choice. I think it is an illusion. People are making things they think the world needs so they can provide a service that can only be used by people who are better at selling what the world doesn't need.
In other words:

"Suppose that, at a given moment, a certain number of people are engaged in the manufacture of pins. They make as many pins as the world needs, working (say) eight hours a day. Someone makes an invention by which the same number of men can make twice as many pins: pins are already so cheap that hardly any more will be bought at a lower price. In a sensible world, everybody concerned in the manufacturing of pins would take to working four hours instead of eight, and everything else would go on as before. But in the actual world this would be thought demoralizing. The men still work eight hours, there are too many pins, some employers go bankrupt, and half the men previously concerned in making pins are thrown out of work. There is, in the end, just as much leisure as on the other plan, but half the men are totally idle while half are still overworked. In this way, it is insured that the unavoidable leisure shall cause misery all round instead of being a universal source of happiness. Can anything more insane be imagined?"

-Bertrand Russtle, In Praise Of  Idleness, 1932

The goal is to trade those hours of life for something extremely worthwhile, and perhaps not even trade. Its not an exchange. It is all life. It is all action, there is no static time for time catch and release.

And on the other hand, there are infinite universes happening, with all of all possibility unfolding and you yourself are incapable of imagining every opportunity. Or ARE YOU? There is no possible way of missing out. Or IS THERE? More on this later... Ive got work at 7am tomorrow.