It’s a weird habit to measure your success in life only by the revenue side of the equation. Who cares if you bring in $100k a year if it only buys you a crappy apartment that you hate in a city that stresses you out with friends that don’t inspire you and a daily existence you mostly daydream about escaping from? Your costs exceed your revenues and you’re actually going backward. You very well could get twice t…
This is exactly what I observe in my banker friends around here. They make six figures a year, but basically have no time to do anything they want because they work so hard. They end up being tired, stressed out and for some time, lonely.
That’s why they splurge on cars, expensive watches and shit, which ironically puts them in heavier debt.
Not exactly my idea of freedom, but whatever floats anyone’s boat.