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Quoted By: >>2033548
24, second year uni student doing the “best” business degree in my country. Supposedly a golden ticket to the big leagues—consulting, IB, maybe even VC if I licked enough boots. Thought I had it all figured out.
Then today, I’m sitting in my financial accounting class, staring at a balance sheet, and it hits me like a freight train: I don’t give a single fuck about this. I don’t care about IFRS standards. I don’t care about “optimizing shareholder value.” I don’t want to be some Excel wageslave shoveling numbers for some middle manager who clocks out at 5 to drink himself to sleep.
I've always wanted to fly. Not the airline cattle herding bullshit, but real flying—bush planes in Alaska, aerobatics, corporate jets where you get paid six figures to sip champagne at FL450. Problem is, flight school costs more than my net worth (which is fucking zero), and I don’t have daddy’s trust fund to bankroll it. The rational choice is to finish my degree, get a stable job, and maybe try to pivot later. But that sounds like slow death.
It’s like I’ve been lulled into this easy, respectable path, the kind everyone around me nods approvingly at—“smart choice, good future”—but at the cost of ignoring the closest I can get to a real life of adventure.
Do I finish the soul-sucking business grind, or do I say fuck it and go full send on something I actually want to do, even if it means being broke for years? Anyone else been in this position, or am I just terminally retarded?
Then today, I’m sitting in my financial accounting class, staring at a balance sheet, and it hits me like a freight train: I don’t give a single fuck about this. I don’t care about IFRS standards. I don’t care about “optimizing shareholder value.” I don’t want to be some Excel wageslave shoveling numbers for some middle manager who clocks out at 5 to drink himself to sleep.
I've always wanted to fly. Not the airline cattle herding bullshit, but real flying—bush planes in Alaska, aerobatics, corporate jets where you get paid six figures to sip champagne at FL450. Problem is, flight school costs more than my net worth (which is fucking zero), and I don’t have daddy’s trust fund to bankroll it. The rational choice is to finish my degree, get a stable job, and maybe try to pivot later. But that sounds like slow death.
It’s like I’ve been lulled into this easy, respectable path, the kind everyone around me nods approvingly at—“smart choice, good future”—but at the cost of ignoring the closest I can get to a real life of adventure.
Do I finish the soul-sucking business grind, or do I say fuck it and go full send on something I actually want to do, even if it means being broke for years? Anyone else been in this position, or am I just terminally retarded?
