In re: "Anarchism has changed my life"

Recently, I have stumbled upon a thread in which the OP (original poster) tells how anarchism has changed his life. My thoughts provoked and my desire to express myself stoked, I have decided to write my own:

In accordance with the current system, one has to amass money through wage labor to be successful. If one works "hard" enough—which is to say, to sacrifice a lot of his time, health, and freedom—she could earn enough to even start her own business. However, if the pay is "good" enough, she could decide to settle with the job that she already has, providing for her needs and wants sufficiently. It is a life where most of her consciousness is spent on working for 8 or so hours a day, a life tunnel-visioned entirely on selling her services and person to a corporation and earning money. Money. Money.

I simply do not find meaning in that kind of life, and this is even before I had discovered that there is such a thing called "anarchism."

In a world where obedience and conformity are virtues, I am too "stubborn" and "proud." It prefers competition over cooperation, declaring that an economy and lifestyle based on "mutual aid" are unrealistic. People's voices are reduced to a single count of a vote to elect representatives who in turn make their decisions for them. The majority are poor because they are "lazy," and the minority deserve the state they are in because they have worked "hard" for it—in reality, it is only the case because of labor exploitation. The justice system blatantly turns a blind eye for individuals that are "too big to jail," and instead judges that stealing a loaf of bread is a more major offense than plunder. Hoarding private property is not being greedy; it is being a business genius. It is a world of grave inequality, preferring to always have the "right" sets of beliefs and ideologies instead of respecting the uniqueness and the freedom of thought of other people.

Somebody convince me that that kind of world is meaningful.

Anarchism has changed my life because—to borrow a sentence from the book of cliches—it made me realize who I truly am. I have always thought that there is something rotten in this world, and I am so fucking glad that I am not alone on this one.

And as a man that is incapable of "extreme" direct action, I have and will rely on my writings to give my readers a different, creative, and fresh perspective on what is currently happening. If you would allow me to share, I am currently working on an adventure fiction set in a fantasy world with anarchistic elements. One of its major components is the accurate analogy between the story's antagonists and the current system. Frustrations and brain-wracking aside, I have hopes of at least writing my story's first chapter by the end of the year. But that is beside the point.

Based on the current system's standards, I am an "unsuccessful" man. But if being successful means to be a mindless drone that chases money—a processed paper, a modern slave, ruthless instead of empathetic, and wealthier instead of wiser, then I would rather be unsuccessful.