I Was Never Happy with My High Salary as a Programmer
It wasn’t even my motivation.
When I think of my happiness, instinctively, I visualize the faces of the people I love, the moments spent with them, and to come. I feel good because they bring me love and that feeling of security essential to life.
I don’t visualize my bank account, bills, or coins thinking of happiness.
My job is in the programming sector. Money is a very present question in conversations (afterward, this is perhaps the case in all private sectors): how much I earn, what increase I will have, the profit-sharing, participation, and bonuses.
I must admit that I often felt alone in these conversations that I did not understand. However, it can honestly and objectively be said that my colleagues and I made a good living. So why did they have this need to earn even more?
Because it’s never enough, because the more money we earn, the more we adapt our way of life to the sum, and suddenly, we are never satisfied, we always look at what is above, forgetting to appreciate our floor not so bad.
When I said that the money didn’t interest me and that it wasn’t even a motivation for the job (in the sense that it wasn’t by dangling me a raise that I was going to give more to the company — not in the sense…
