This "parable" has always stuck with me the first time I probably saw it 5-10 years ago.
For me it wasn't a feel good story for a poor economic situation. It was a protest against shitty work-life balance or live to work mentality, because for the longest time I was caught in crazy hours office jobs (but now work independently as mentioned in another thread).
I was making good money, but what good was it if at the end of the day I have no one waiting for me. Tattered social life. Little genuine interaction with women and living in a city I hated despite all it's great opportunities. Excluding a healthy bank account the main recognition of my existence was a work e-mail address.
For me it wasn't a feel good story for a poor economic situation. It was a protest against shitty work-life balance or live to work mentality, because for the longest time I was caught in crazy hours office jobs (but now work independently as mentioned in another thread).
I was making good money, but what good was it if at the end of the day I have no one waiting for me. Tattered social life. Little genuine interaction with women and living in a city I hated despite all it's great opportunities. Excluding a healthy bank account the main recognition of my existence was a work e-mail address.