Recover from burnout

You Could Waste Your 20s And Still Make It

I can count the days I've slept early to start the next day faster with my fingers. While I'm not frustrated enough to dye my hair pink yet, I'm not satisfied with the lack of non-work-related thrill I've lived in the last two years.

My yawn-worthy dopamine cycle had three events, broadly speaking.

First, I pitched companies on content strategy, even though they were likely already working with content agencies. Second, I bought overpriced courses to later pat myself on the back for being not a good but an intellectual boy. Third, I wrote marketing and social science essays to receive praise from strangers named JoeMama or xXEmoBoiXx. These three events, among others I can't recall, have explained the bulk of what I've done since 2019.

It wasn't some time after joining Twitter that I saw how faulty the cycle was.

Initially, I spent my Twitter time following best practices: tweet daily, leave comments I thought about for less than three seconds, but that sounded genuine, and slide into strangers' DMs for something worse than asking them on dates—awkwardly talking about work.

I was in lockdown in Cartagena when my efforts paid off. First, founders asked for content marketing advice and to read my imaginary newsletter. Then, startups booked calls to hire me, out of all people, a growth addict from a country they couldn't spell, "Columbia."

I expected to feel excited for weeks. But my brain had more pressing issues to worry about, like calculating the optimal number of clothes one can wear to avoid heatstroke in Cartagena without alarming neighbors.

When I did think about my achievements, I often saw how little earning more impacted my content as a 22-year-old.

I began to see tweets from people in their 20s differently from this point. Before, I saw young people's tweets as legitimate attempts to profit online. "They are grinding instead of clubbing," I thought, "good for them."

But now, I concentrated on what they were giving up. Most were single, living in rooms that smelled worse than a post-taco-bell bathroom, and likely spent their weekends praying for their threads to go viral to forget how they had no plans.

As expected, some of these men didn't have a choice. They were in debt, wanted to leave their countries or both. But most extolled the advice and achievements from 30 and 40-year-olds to gain their approval.

On November 24th of 2021, I was squatting at the gym despite being tired, which ended with me letting the barbell go during the last set, telling everyone I was there in the process. I picked up my bag, hugged by the dust from the weights' landing, looked at everyone behind me to assert dominance, and walked across the gym to find alcohol to disinfect my hands.

As my hand reached for the alcohol bottle, my right eye saw Jaime, one of my close friends, gazing at a wall while lifting dumbbells. "You didn't answer my message," I said, playing the toxic partner role out of fun. "It's been a long day," he said, still staring at the wall as it was monitoring his actions. "I'm tired," he said, "Between work and life, I'm not free until 10 PM. At college, I got through rough times telling myself that vacations were nearby. But vacations barely exist at work."

His answer broke my heart. Not because he wasn't enjoying his job, but because I knew he'd chased the position to impress his peers and, more importantly, older role models that wouldn't spare him change unless they were getting something in return. Like most young people I see on Twitter, he had become a sponge of ideals rather than fulfilling experiences.

As I scroll through the feeds of old Instagram and Twitter acquaintances, I can't help but notice how most of them quit these platforms. Most 20-year-old Tweeters who made it posting platitudes will likely assume these people are impatient. That they are not going to make it. But these people made it. They now focus on real-life businesses, relationships, and experiences that they share with friends—not with their network.

If you are in your 20s, quit social media for 2-weeks and then check if you still want to work on side projects.

I did this, and, for the first time in three years as someone addicted to learning, experimenting, and doing, I've been thinking about spending a year reading, writing, meeting people, and only doing the work necessary to live comfortably.

You are in your 20s. You'll likely live for another 50 years unless COVID mutates for the tenth time. Slow down. You are still going to make it.

If you are in your 20s and striving for the perfect balance between hustle and joy, follow me on Twitter or YouTube.

I write for intellectually curious young adults striving to balance hustle and joy. If you are one, subscribe to my newsletter and learn to make life more fulfilling.