Nevertheless at some point I started thinking: Maybe these guys are right and I'm wrong? Maybe there's more to life than this "fight for survival" and I shouldn't value my ability to do so so highly?
There's a level of, for lack of a better word, satisfaction I see on people's faces daily in Italy that I know I won't achieve, because I was born in a poor country in a rather poor family and had to claw myself out of poverty.
I think it's precious. I wish my (future) children lived in a world where they can have, like my SO likes to put it, "two youths" - one spent on doing personally meaningful, fulfilling things, and the other doing what's necessary to live an independent life.