destabilized

Work can be a soul sucking affair, and burnout pours gasoline on the flames of apathy. I’m tired. Of the stress and daily minutiae of never ending tasks and responsibilities. I crave adventure. Yearn for unbridled travel and reprieve from the grating chorus of video calls. The same questions have plagued my heart for the better part of ten years: Is it my role? The nature of startups? Will this unrest follow me the higher I climb? Am I becoming a corporate machine, aimlessly optimizing profit margins for millionaire investors? Does my work truly help people? How might I detach from the heady grind? Is product right for me? Sure, I’m good at it and it pays well. But do I welcome the abyss of staring into office walls for the next 35 years? What else is there? Golden handcuffs drag me back from quietly fucking off to live beneath my means in countries unknown. Perhaps reading Coelho, Murakami, and Bourdain—essentials for any renegade youth—has inspired rebellion in my heart. And I’m starting to think a little rebellion is just what I need.