Did anyone else realize their high-paying career had basically built them a solitary existence?
One thing I’ve started to question about the American version of success is how easily it can turn into isolation.
I worked in tech and made very good money. On paper, I was doing exactly what I was supposed to be doing.
In reality, my life revolved around a laptop.
Work from the apartment. Work out alone. Spend the day on Zoom calls with people scattered across different cities and regions. Go into an office where your coworkers are friendly enough, but most relationships are still fundamentally corporate and transactional. Then go home and do it again.
You can spend eight hours talking to people and still feel like you haven’t actually been around anyone.
That’s the part I find strange. You can achieve the career, salary, apartment, car and all the markers of success, while your actual day-to-day existence becomes increasingly atomized.
I was making more money than I ever expected to make, but at times it felt like I had traded a large part of normal human community for a paycheck.
I wonder how many people have built a life that looks successful from the outside and privately think: Is this really it?