Quitting the rat race
It’s a short piece, but it resonates with me, specifically this part:<p>&gt; I’m earning the most money I’ve ever made and yet I’m the least fulfilled I’ve ever been.<p>I’m making the most I’ve ever made and I’ve never been less happy and more depressed. I despise being a cog in a huge corporate machine, it’s like the job was designed to be as unappealing as possible.<p>At the same time I can’t get over the fact that I have it better than the vast majority of humanity. I feel guilty hating my job, I won’t complain to people IRL because how could I? I have it made by all accounts. This guilt completely consumes me and adds a special level of self hatred, if I’m not happy with this, maybe I never will be?<p>Unlike the author though I can’t just quit, so endure it I must.