My effort, my work, gone to waste, nothing tangible left behind than an incrementing number in my bank's database. Is my purpose on earth to run on a hamster wheel in exchange for the right to food and a roof over my head, until the day I'm too old to be useful to the machine?
I keep hearing of younger developers wanting to stay in tech because "at least the pay is good"; if you're like me, there'll come a time where the emptiness within can't ever be filled with money alone.
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"I exist to provide labor to my employer. In return I receive just enough money to provide for basic shelter, food and transportation so I can return the next day and labor for my employer again. I will do this day after day and be thankful for the privilege. I will do this week after week. Month after month and year after year until my health and body can no longer provide value to my employer. Then I will die."
— Anonymous
