I thought I’d have accomplished a lot more today and also before I was 35 (2020)
This is always a tough subject for me because everyone seems to have at least an idea of what they want to achieve.<p>When I was younger I had these silly dreams of moving to another country, getting married, becoming a programmer to make games, have my own company and get rich (haha).<p>I did become a programmer and got married, but never left the country or became rich. Now on my 30s I know how limited my options are.<p>I could focus on my craft. But I don&#x27;t have the same drive as before.
I could try to progress my career, but I&#x27;m already earning good money and I know to earn more I&#x27;d have to either start job hopping or study some leetcode to get into a FAANG.
I could try to focus on my hobbies, but you realize very quickly that to get good at anything, you need hundreds&#x2F;thousands of hours.
I could try to start a company, but I know that&#x27;s extremely hard to do and also requires a shit-ton of luck to work out.<p>After all that, I realize that I have no real objectives to strive for. Some of the dreams I realized and they weren&#x27;t that satisfying. Some I discovered were not worth pursuing.<p>And now what?<p>In the end, I&#x27;m just a blip in the universe and when I&#x27;m gone it will be unchanged, the same as if I had never existed. Yet we focus on these artificial goals set by childish dreams, society or life events.<p>What&#x27;s the point of it?