I feel numb.
If you follow the system, you will end up like the majority of people around you who have given their lives to the system. Their results are easy to see. I see that all the senior executives in my organisation all seeking a holiday this year. I see most people who study MBAs doing so to change careers because they don't like the job they are in. I see my manager saying that a bad day of golf is better than a good day in the office. I see my colleagues and friends constantly seeking more money, even though none of my close friends truly enjoy work. According to the experience of one executive and his executive friends, in the end you become fat, exhausted, isolated, lonely and angry, but you cannot stop [
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I used to value success in the system, but I see it as a term people use mainly in terms of material wealth these days. For example, building a business to score a $10m deal and buy a mansion. The system breeds selfishness and envy. It encourages in people the desire to become rich, which according to research lends people to becoming more selfish, less empathetic, less compassionate and less generous. Too many people are striving to win more and more and it doesn't lead anywhere, unless you are loving the ride.
Since capital is only a means to an end, endless accumulation of capital isn't a good formula to improve the quality of one's life experience. At some point, enough is enough. One day we die and we cannot take the money with us.
If I have $1 million, I am thinking about how to turn it into $2 million. The obsession with more money never ends. I am wanting more for the sake of having more. I realise that increasing my income and wealth never makes me feel rich enough. I know that finances have consistently been a cause of my unhappiness and working to increase wealth does not ever make me fulfilled.
After working to 40, I might make it to a mansion, but I would have missed out on being happy. I would have spent all my time and energy climbing the corporate ladder, in effect giving my soul to the system while working ever longer hours because in general the higher up you, the more you work.
I have to ask
myself, do I want $10 million or to live the life I want starting now (an
active retirement)? I have to ask myself, where do I see myself in 3
years time, 5 years time and what course of action I must take to get
there and where will I be if I don't take action.
There is no happiness for me in continuing to do what I am doing now and not living, not enjoying my life. It is a tragedy to spend one's life accumulating money but never making the most of why I am saving the money in the first place. Do I want to have the next 40 years look like the last 5 years that I have been settled in full time work?
The point of life is to be happy, we have confused this with accumulating money.
I was driven out of the system. When I graduated all I wanted to do was follow the system. After all the dedication and effort I put into my job and career progression failures, I wondered how someone as talented as myself can be doing what I am doing. It is so bad that I prefer not to think about my situation.
Being rejected by the system taught me some important lessons. If I achieved everything I had wanted career-wise, like the executives had, I would be driven by the desire for success and likely depressed. There are many people who have reached the pinnacle of their career and yet are deeply unhappy. Half an year after writing this, I felt exactly this way having achieved everything I wanted in my career. I am controlled by my wants and continually desire more success. I am never fully happy. I am neglecting the power of now, of being aware of my thoughts and emotions. I need to let go of the ego and it's attachment to money, status, and power.
People are like sheep. No one questions society's rules. People who challenge the rules are treated like heretics, outcasts. Most of the population go to work everyday doing something they don't like and never reach financial freedom, while they inch closer to death.
Work or an occupation provides substance to fill the day with, for better or for worse. Such an activity can provide routine and social interaction, even if it does not maximise your time. A career is the method by which the system attempts to give meaning to the tasks people are impelled to do. However, this may detract from the true essence of life. For many, each day becomes a photocopy of the previous day. This leaves many living their lives unfulfilled with their dreams and aspirations unsatisfied. It is little wonder that one of the regrets of the dying is that they worked so hard. It is most important for me to do something I enjoy.
I read that every single person who has time off over Christmas with their family seems to realise things: how much fun they have had re-connecting with loved ones, how they don’t want to go back to work and how much they ate and drank. This is in line with the top two new year's resolutions of the past ten years: to spend more time with family and to get fit. In other words, to escape from the system and its consequences. Some say that people do things because of their self-interest, but many people fall into routine and expectation, not following their interests or not understanding what they actually want.
Work makes people unhappy. Studies show that frustration is the most common feeling out of all the feelings people experience at work. Communication problems, disagreement on goals, and bullying are common issues at work.
Work doesn't make people rich. In terms of making it big, only 8% of Rich bosses make the Rich 200 list, whereas most of the list started their own business.
Work kills your time. Why am I spending more than half of my life working when life is so short? At a typical worldwide retirement age of 65, there is an average of 17 years left in developed countries (with 5 of those years restricted). This equates to 15% of your life in which you are free to live your life.
I have experienced the effects of the system. I feel burned out. I feel suppressed. I feel messed up. I feel empty. I feel sapped. I feel exhausted. I feel demoralised. I feel densensitised. I feel numb. I feel that I am not true to who I am. I feel angry that I have given all of a day to work, not just one day but every weekday. I am holding it in every day. I am left broken with my body, soul, mind and spirit crushed, tortured and imprisoned. I am not living. I am struggling. I am dying inside a little bit every day.
I have aged so much since I have been working. I see my days and the days of my colleagues passing by. I see my life disappearing as the days are over so quickly. I get no appreciation for a major piece of work I completed. I was overlooked for promotion time and time again. I feel like I am going backwards after I was demoted. I see people less intelligent, less capable than me earning more than me. I don't feel I am contributing to something meaningful. I have had almost a dozen different managers over the last five years, but I cannot see myself living any of my managers lives; it's just not something I want to be. I am not doing work that I enjoy. The work is draining. The mood in the workplace is down. The managers are not supporting me. The culture is unambitious and uninspiring. The workers are competitive. The job security is a facade. I keep thinking to myself it's not bad, but it's not good either. During the day I am working and after work I am gone. My eyes are dry and red. My energy is sapped. My heart is hurting physically and emotionally. I work overtime. The trains are crowded. My dress is stifling. I feel tired. I feel stressed out, with the only relief coming during a brief one hour of lunch and after work where I can catch my breath.
I lost my own voice. I lost the passion for the causes I once felt strongly about. I don't care about those less fortunate as much as I used to. I lost drive. I lost purpose. I lost a burning desire. I have lost the desire to make something out of life, I don't have something I am fighting for. I lost the fighting spirit I harbour deep inside me, the Never Say Die attitude that I witnessed in the tennis.
The system makes it easy to lose the fight. Work becomes too comfortable. There is no desperation to achieve what you truly want to be.
All up, work has a very high sad face to happy face ratio. I am looking for a way out but unsure where to turn. So I put it off to one side and engage in hollow time-wasting activities that serve no purpose except to alleviate the pent up hopeless futility inside.
You become conditioned to the system over time.
Fuck the system. It's time to live an extraordinary life.
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Recently, I have been given an opportunity to step up in the system (April 2013). I already feel the 'striving for more' syndrome stirring inside me. I endeavour to use this opportunity to see how I like the role and explore whether it is something I am passionate about, rather than purely pursuing promotions in the system. I will think of it as an exciting opportunity to take the organisation to the next level.
After stepping up in the system, I come to realise that a job will never give me 2 months leave every year. I would enjoy working more if I can take 6 months off relaxing and travelling. No country in the world offers more than 1 month of annual leave and it is often reduced to 2 weeks as companies force employees to take leave at year's end. I may be content but I am working hard, doing things I don't like (e.g. work I am not interested in, early starts, on the computer for long hours, unpaid overtime), and wasting away my most precious asset, my time.
After two months working in my new position, I witness Monday to Friday pass me by in a blur, my social life and relationships has slumped, and there have been no happy days from work. I wear a tie and uncomfortable shoes. I have no time. I am tired. I know if I work in a job focused on money, I will become obsessed about money.
I stayed in this job for half an year. Each workplace differs, but this one was authoritarian. Phone calls, email and internet were banned. My managers checked on me every few hours, had others spy on me, and didn't talk to me when I told them I was leaving.
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I am currently working in my dream job (September 2013). I am working in investing banking, restaurant surveying, and doing property development. I just went out for a day trip with friends and I am sad. Something is wrong.
I have good pay, interesting work, good colleagues, good offices, and free food. I am satisfied with my job, but there are no happy days. I know that this is probably the best a job can offer. If being satisfied is all there is, that is pretty disappointing. I know that if I keep working in the future, there will bound to be times when I encounter missed promotions, failed interviews, bad managers and bad colleagues. Through it all, I still strive to be happy, no matter what the job is.
While working in my dream job, I realise that all jobs take away your life. I ask myself: would I do something for 11 months an year and only have 1 month to myself? The answer is: only if I absolutely love it.
I work 11 hour days. Studies show that high earners work longer hours. Studies show that both CEOs and entrepreneurs work an average of 55 hours per week (and likely more once weekends are included). The whole day is gone before I know it. I am a robot. My life is a cycle of work, sleep, work, sleep. I feel a huge relief after finishing each day at work.
I don't want to work. I don't want to grow old not being happy. I am not doing things that make me happy and I am wasting the prime of my life. I am getting older everyday. Days just pass by. Soon I will be old and I will have spent all my youth and my weekdays in my adulthood not living, with no happy days even though I tell myself that the purpose of my life is to enjoy life. I need to escape before it's too late.
At the end of 2013 I felt a deep sadness in the clarity of night. I realised I am not happy nor unhappy. I see that work is affecting my health (growing tummy, losing fitness), happiness (no time to practice happiness exercises, many sad faced days from work), mind (not using my brain to think). It is insanity if I want to be happy and I keep doing what I am doing (I have done this for all my working life and I am not happy from work).
Mid way through 2014 I realised that no job is safe. I might be working in my dream job now, but I was put on notice after my focus dipped and I was spending time on other activities during work hours. There is no such thing as job security. I understand that after seeing job cuts in government and the private sector. There is no such thing as loyalty. I was told many times that I was doing a good job. As such, I was surprised when I was almost sacked the first time I was told I was not doing a good job. I admit that I am lucky to have a job. At the same time, I realise that I have to work hard every weekday, effectively giving up life outside work, if I want to remain in my job.
At the end of 2014 I come to terms with the fact that I have experienced the saddest year in over a decade, with work being the number one cause of my unhappiness. I constantly used the word 'tough' to describe how the year has been. I put all my effort into work and get yelled at by my managers for small mistakes time and time again. I am slaving away and I accept it. I tell myself I am lucky that I am alive, but these are the words of someone is surviving, not someone who is thriving. I have no time to think about what I truly want. I have lost my direction and forgotten my values. I do not know what I have become or who I truly am. Moments of happiness are few and far between. My social life and relationships have been destroyed. My soul crushed. At the start of 2015 I was sacked even after giving my all to the job.
Importantly, I see that work is detrimental to my happiness. It is the number one cause of my unhappiness, accounting for 50% of my unhappiness from the conclusion of my graduation year until the time I finished up working. It takes away time from the things I love. It is consuming the time I would otherwise give to the people I care about, my friends and relationships. In all my jobs, I have never felt connected to my colleagues and I have never made a close friend through work.
I have set a timeline for myself. I must stand true to my beliefs. I have to listen to my heart and do what I want to do. I want to travel and be fit and healthy. I don't want to get married yet or think about money.
Deep down, I know that no full-time job with one month's of leave is going to bring me happiness.