While hustle culture doesn’t come with ill intent, it is most definitely an exaggerated lifestyle. As important success is to living a good life, spending every waking minute accomplishing a goal is incredibly taxing, not to mention unrealistic. The idea that we should be treating ourselves as tools to success is toxic; I find it almost laughable how we subject ourselves to these unrealistic standards and take ourselves so seriously. And maybe I’m the only one who hasn’t been productive lately and I’m just jealous, but I believe that there is much, much more to life than work.
There’s a difference between being productive while still balancing motivation, social interaction, and mental health, versus grinding all day, every day, sacrificing sleep while losing valuable relationships. At some point, I’d imagine that a person would forget about the outside world, that there is still so much out there left unexplored. Because in all honesty, what are we working for? Maybe I am too young to understand, but I would like to think that we go through life to experience, to love, and to feel. Although I’m not idealistic enough to ignore the financial pressures that accompany growing up, I often wonder: if I tirelessly chase after success for my whole life, how will I feel when I’ve succeeded? How will I even know if I’ve succeeded?
Hopefully one day I will stop beating myself up for leaving my to-do list unfinished or taking hours to do seemingly simple tasks. For now, though, I worry about my biology test and let my frenzied brain count the seconds as night begins to fall.