Tired of being another brick in the wall. A cog. A faceless name. No identity. No purpose. No dream. Just output.
I want to break out of this. Soar. Discover what I’m actually worth. But the walls are tall and the chains are heavy and every morning looks the same as the last one.
I know I was meant for more than this. Everyone thinks that. Does everyone think that?
The title is borrowed. The feeling isn’t.
Pink Floyd wrote about education, about systems that grind you into shape. But the wall isn’t just school. It’s any structure you’ve been inside long enough that you stop noticing the edges. You look around one day and realize you’ve been building it yourself – brick by brick, commit by commit, sprint by sprint – and calling it a career.
The frustration isn’t that the work is bad. The work is fine. The frustration is that “fine” started feeling like the ceiling. You ship features. You close tickets. You get the nod in standup. And somewhere underneath all of it, a voice keeps asking – is this it? Is this what you’re building toward? Because it doesn’t feel like building. It feels like maintenance.
I don’t have an answer. I don’t even have a plan. I just have the question, and the fact that I’m asking it probably means something. Either it means I need to change what I’m doing, or it means this is what ambition feels like when it doesn’t have a target – just restless energy bouncing off walls.
The walls might be the problem. The walls might be the only thing holding the shape together.
I don’t know yet.