There are a lot of people who work hard and put in real effort who will probably be upset by this, or assume I have no goal and that I'm lazy. And honestly, there's some truth to that, especially lately.
But I don't really care about having money just for the sake of having money. What I care about is freedom. And I know that in this world, the only realistic way to get there is to have a massive amount of money.
I've done a few internships and went through 2 job interviews, and just seeing the whole work environment makes me feel miserable. Even if the salary was good, the idea of being stuck there drains me.
Right now I'm living off investments, and that covers the bills, but after that there isn't much left. The little I do have is better saved so I can grow it more later. But that "later" still feels so far away.
Working a job would make that process go much faster, but there's something in my mind that would rather disappear into the forest than work a normal job. I honestly don't know how to explain it; I just can't force myself to want that.
I also have no idea what career I might even want to pursue. I just needed to put this thought somewhere. In my head, I find myself defending unemployed people because I understand them, but at the same time I know the bills have to be paid and life doesn't care how you feel.
I wish I could thank every worker keeping the world running, because society needs them. But for me, I'm just not made for work.