Well I don't think it's not worth reading, but I can't say as I feel much sympathy for the writer. The whole thing seems whiny because he is just talking about how much he vacillates between loving and hating his life as a writer. Yet, objectively, his life as a paid writer, his engagement, his success, is all pretty good. But instead of being able to enjoy it he complains about how much his friends make. If someone did that in talking with me I would dislike it. I don't see much difference here.

And I'm not saying there couldn't be a different use of written form to say something more profound. If he would have presented the feelings in a more complex way then I would have at least seen the point, but it's very factual (at least from his point of view). This entire piece could be countered with, "Well, the grass is always greener..." So I don't really get much out of it.

As well, and this might be me projecting, I feel like the main reason that this has any traction at all is because he paints all his friends as wealthy plutocrats who buy Yachts and pine over Lear jets. And that is a popular sentiment right now. Everyone wants to hate on the wealthy lately. So maybe I don't feel his intended way because not only should he be happy for his own achieved goals in life, but that he seems to be pandering to what he knows his readers want to hear about. How much the wealthy pine for their long lost dreams of creativity, and how he's underpaid even though he ostensibly gives so much more in his artistic endeavor. I'm not saying he's not genuine in his feelings, but I know that if I met someone like this writer has written about himself, it would not be someone whose company I would long for.