Why we work? We work for what. Making the money and let our lives become more better, which is the resonable reason. The more money we get, the higher quality of our lives we can have. But meanwhile, you also lose some important things which you don't notice or feel. 

As to me, the work likes the anesthetic. When I glue to the work, I can hardly be distracted by the past unhappy experience.  The workloads streess can constantly torture me, and sometimes I could feel I fall myself down. Ironically, the work can fix me to some extent. Why?  The dreamer I am or was. I like thinking when I'm free or nothing to do. Some person who think about frequently is the optimistic such as the beautiful future, the romantic stuff.  On the contrary, I'm the pessimistic one, what I though usually scare and depress me.  In order to avoid this, I need something to occupy my time, work is perfect so far. I have no idea whether it's worth, but now I can not find another way to take the place of this.

I have the feeling the work affects us including our lifestyle. Everyone is starved of the release. Maybe you can watch the problem in the other view----- the work is just one part of the life.