Are We Sheep?

From the moment we're born, we're placed on a conveyor belt-school, work, debt, stress, repeat. We spend most of our lives working jobs we hate, trying to find purpose in routines that drain us, and convincing ourselves that there's some greater meaning in the suffering. We chase money, status, relationships, distractions, all while knowing deep down that none of it ever truly satisfies. The system is designed that way-keep us busy, exhausted, and searching, because the moment we stop to think about it, the illusion starts to crack. Are we really free, or just cogs in a machine pretending we have control? Is "finding purpose" just another way of coping with the fact that life is work, struggle, and disappointment until we die? If that's the case, what's the way out? Or is there even one? What do you think?