Feel bad, I feel really bad. Why do I make this much money?
My dad drives trucks for countless hours each day, makes each month what I make in 2 days. Oh God, I am ashamed.
I maybe work 4 hours a day, the rest I just walk, because I can't take this anymore.
Millions losing their jobs, parents struggling.
I feel conflicted. Grew up dirt poor, graduated, found a job. But I got lucky, I was just lucky.
What separates me and millions who live from paycheck to paycheck?
Can't sleep. The more I feel bad, the more I make money. Oh the irony, the paradox.
I've never made much money, not more than my parents, so never had that problem! but I can sympathize. It should be a dream but feels like a nightmare. I guess now you can help your dirt-poor family, friends, town, country. Or you can always go back to 'honest' work that feels more real to you. Good luck.