Sorry, what was the question?

It's at times like these that I find my concentration lacking. It's been a horrifically long day - over 12 hours of work in fact - and all I want to do is stare vacantly at the television for a couple of hours before I fall into a dead weight sleep. But is it all just a little too easy when we think it is so hard?
I wish I had lived a couple of hundred years ago. When everything was so much darker and so much quieter. I could have read myself to sleep in the candle light with only the sound of the wind to accompany my snores. Life wasn't easy in the past either, but for such different reasons. I wouldn't have been doing 95% of the things I do now - the other 5% amount to my base bodily functions, so we can assume life was pretty different. No less hard though, oh no.
I lose track of myself...sorry, what was the question?
Do we actually have harder lives now or do we just waste most of our time with unnecessary brainwashing and mind numbing? If I were to spend less time feeling tired and more time being active, would I actually become more lively?
There are so many distractions in the world; so many variations on priority that these days we can never be sure we are doing what we should be doing for the best. Wasn't life simple when we didn't have so many questions? When there wasn't a moral high ground for working out or watching too much TV. I have never felt bad for reading too many books, or studying too hard.
Times change; life becomes less meaningful. Or does it?
Such metaphysical questions for my small slitty eyes. Oh look, that show is on the TV. You know the one...