I’m sure this whole article comes as a shock to nobody, but it’s nice to see it recognised like this.
“I’m not even close … and it sort of feels like I’m trapped there.”
You and me both, buddy. I don’t even know what I’m working towards anymore, because everything seems so far out of reach. I’m to the point that I don’t let the gov’t automatically take anything from my paycheck, so come tax time I can wait until the last minute to pay, because who knows when the revolution will happen? I’m not trying to pay taxes to some bloated bureaucracy on deaths door. I’ll wait to see if it’s even still around first.
Unless you have children, my take is that you shouldn’t be “working towards” anything. The best years of your life are frontloaded, when you are healthy and can actually do and see things. This whole concept of slaving away in a 9 to 5 until your 60s so you can own a house you die in a decade or two later just seems completely the wrong way to go about life.
That’s not to say the situation isn’t difficult for younger generations but I think a big part of that difficulty comes from trying to live the same life as our parents and grandparents did. Maybe we should just reject that altogether and reframe our understanding of what life is supposed to be.
