I am rich and have no idea what to do with my life
A founder who sold his company and turned down $60M discovers that infinite freedom without internal purpose is paralyzing—and that his real work is learning to be okay with being "insignificant."
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TLDR
• After selling Loom, tried to force himself into robotics because he wanted to "look like Elon"—admits this is "incredibly cringe" and the realization deflated him completely
• His security came from gratitude in early Loom days, but as the company grew and hit setbacks (layoffs), his ego became attached to outcomes and he lost himself
• Kept externalizing through extreme acts (70 investor meetings in 2 weeks, climbing 6800m with no training, joining DOGE) to avoid facing mounting insecurities
• DOGE taught him about urgency and mission-driven work, but also that he was using grand missions to avoid the real work: sitting with himself
• Now learning physics in Hawaii with no plan—practicing doing things just because they interest him, not because they lead somewhere impressive
In Detail
The essay traces a founder's psychological unraveling after achieving financial freedom. After selling Loom and walking away from a $60M retention package, he immediately tried to manufacture purpose by diving into robotics—meeting with 70 investors in 2 weeks. He admits the real motivation was wanting to "look like Elon," a realization that left him feeling "deflated and foolish." The core issue: when Loom was growing in its early days, he felt secure because of gratitude for the journey itself. But as the company scaled and then stumbled (layoffs), his ego became hitched to outcomes, creating a "complex web of internalized insecurities."
What follows is a pattern of externalization—doing increasingly extreme things to avoid sitting with himself. He broke up with his girlfriend because he couldn't work on his insecurities while in the relationship. He climbed a 6800m peak in the Himalayas with zero training, getting severely hypoxic and hallucinating while rappelling down cliffs. He joined DOGE and spent four intense weeks recruiting and working on government efficiency, experiencing the "power of urgency and having an undeniable mission." But he realized he was using these grand missions to avoid the real work.
Now he's in Hawaii learning physics with no grand plan, practicing being okay with doing things that don't lead to something "spectacular." The unanswered questions he's sitting with: Why can't he just say "I don't know"? Why does he need every journey to be grand? What's wrong with being insignificant? The essay doesn't offer tidy answers—it's a raw account of someone learning to derive purpose internally rather than from achievement and external validation.