I’ve always been somewhat uncomfortable with my Western privilege.
I sometimes feel guilty that I have so much choice before me when it comes to career. Yes, I want to do something meaningful. Yes, I want to make a difference. But deep down, I wonder if I’m just wasting a lot of time looking under rocks for some sort of all-encompassing “purpose” that I’ll never find. That I’m over-complicating things in my quest for meaning and in my desire to pursue my passions.
I’m aware that people all over the world have virtually no choice as to how to make a living. And then there’s the grass-is-greener-on-the-other side thing. Am I just looking for a better, more meaningful and fulfilling career because I’m wildly prone to discontentment?
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