The riddle of life...

...the sun rises in all its glory and colour and how do we perceive it, but as a time-based container of (mainly) physical change...we begrudgingly perform all manner of often mundane, prosaic tasks we hate...why? To answer obtrusive relatives' questions, to wear badges, to go way past satisfaction of simple respirational needs, until these needs cease to exist...
because we don't...

Somewhere along the line, the respirational need of procreation may occur,- maybe repeatedly, and thus we increase the intensity of our hateful occupations until those offspring are similarly processed.

Mix and repeat process...