I’m a lucky person. I’m 29, own my own condo, have two paid off gas sipper cars, between my fiancé and I we make $80k ish. I’ve hike’d most of Europe. Met celebrities and helped build houses for people with nothing. I have a life that is better than a lot of peoples. Yet I find myself hating my life. Maybe it’s the Catholic guilt, maybe it’s the lack of effect I can have on others, maybe it’s just that as a professional Uber driver I consider myself woefully unemployed and just hustling for money day after day.
Found this song today and it made me tear up as I hit repeat again and again, sitting on an ottoman for like an hour.