Careers are a 20th century invention and I don’t want one.
“I’m not satisfied” well who is, right? That isn’t what bothers me. What bothers me is that people are not satisfied and they do not have the drive to change that. That everyone settles. Including me.
Jack Dawson… Penniless artist who wins a ticket onto Titanic in 1912, attends a first class dinner, develops a taste for the finer things in life, pockets the Heart of the Ocean, survives the sinking, pawns the diamond, spends the following ten years building his wealth and in 1922 moves to West Egg as Jay Gatsby… Millionaire with a shady past and fear of swimming pools.
Something else is hurting you - that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.