I definitely didn't have a career when I was a teenager, but I had experience with different positions and just the thought of working for an entity whose goal was ultimately to make money felt entirely meaningless. I could smile at customers, I could upsell our shit, I could work for 12 hours a day hauling construction material in and out of renovated buildings, but the core of it felt disgusting. Obviously there's more room to move around when you have a degree and are working in a field you generally enjoy, but as a whole it's not a creative pursuit. In that circumstance, I would fulfill my life outside of work, but also in that circumstance I probably wouldn't have time to pursue any major projects outside of work while also getting enough rest and maintaining my important relationships. It just sounds like a nightmare. It sounds like all my time would speed up and run away from me until retirement, when I'd finally realize I should have just pursued what I actually wanted. And then I'd die unhappy.
