why do we have to work?

I'm just pondering this question. I've been at work for 11 and a half hours and I've got another 2 to go. why oh why oh why? why can't I be on a gorgeous warm and sunny beach surfing all day and sipping cocktails all night (amongst other things
) I'm supposed to be talking to parents right now *shudder* but I'm having a quick break sipping tea and wondering what I'd do if I won the lottery (which I never enter). I think I'd quit my job asap and go travelling for a year or 2, then figure out what to do with all my money and free time. I'd buy myself a pink longboard and a better car, a nice pad next to a surfable beach with a massive swimming pool. maybe I could pay for my own personal trainer and some fit lifeguards
why do I spend hours contemplating this? would money REALLY make me happy? afterall, all I need is a surfboard and some clothes, surely. maybe I should sell all my possessions (not that I actually own much) and disappear into the sunset?

