@Stea 10 April 2022 more from that month

Not one friend that I know of gets to enjoy the kind of personal life that I do. Some of them are jealous that I have my own room and my parents aren't much intrusive of my personal space or professional. Who but my parents would let me blow off a seven figure salary because I don't like the field? To get the kind of privacy I get from my Indian parents is a luxury, and completely unheard of amongst my friends. My boyfriend is madly in love with me, and we're enjoying our honeymoon phase, though understands that I need my time alone. He won't bother me every other hour, he has a life too. But somehow I feel suffocated, which is so contradictory to the immecable order of comfort provided to me by my acquaintance in life. I will not blame my discontent on my career life, or lack thereof. You see, I always thought clearing one of the most difficult exams of my life, and getting a prestigious degree would somehow make me happy instantly. I know how this works for me. Me getting a job of my preference will not give me the content I seek. I might lack gratification.