Jobs are wonderful, magical things and I've been thankful to have every single one of them, even the ones that sucked, like that time I worked 12 hour shifts in a warehouse doing product assembly. Or when I had to deal with father as an electrical apprentice. Or when I was on the shit list in the military.
I guess it's because every job I've had, I've subjected to an intense inquiry on exactly what I'm getting out of the job. I'm very intentional about my work. For the warehouse job, I was saving up for a move. I knew exactly what I was doing and why.
When I see people with these crazy flights of fancy throwing away perfectly good opportunities to work and build incrementally to their dream lives, it makes me a little sad.
The very irrationality of his thought processes caused him to utterly fail to learn how to market his services, making him piss away a decade of what could have been fortunate prosperity.
Sure, he never starved. There was always some money coming in the pike. But he purposefully did not shoot for any more.
It's almost like these people hate money for some reason. He finally comes to his big life realization and then sees his path.
And when I read his big life realization, I was immensely struck by the fact that I want exactly what he wants. A nice, comfy lifestyle where I can have conversations, share what I know, and learn.
My job is the perfect tool to allow me to do that. I get all my money from one place. And I can have conversations, share what I know, and learn at work.