Life, Where art thou?

Come 15th May, I'll be celebrating my one year working at the Bank. (yay?) It's hardly anything to shout about, as work is merely work. I wake up earlier than the rest of the working people in an attempt to beat the morning rush hour to town, prepare myself for work, commute, work aimlessly and look forward to the next holiday and paycheck. Day in, and day out. For the past 52 weeks. I have sold my soul to the corporate treadmill. Enter the rat race. Fighting for the bigger room at the corner and bigger bucks. Running in circles. Sitting in time-consuming and aimless meetings, throwing in an endless stream of deadlines. And debatable subordinates, colleagues and bosses.

what happened to life, the one I once knew?