Monday, August 19, 2024

Morals of a software developer.

What are the morals of a software developer?

What are we?

Segregated into people who wanna make projects for their resume and the people who wanna make a product which solves a valid problem and may be make life a bit easier to live (we know it's hard to live and it's only gonna get harder as we grow older)

I feel like a person who somewhat lacks the skills to develop such a product but is eager to learn from anyone.

Thoughts of mine weaved into a product to give soothing vibes to my inner self but what about the reality...I feel like a person who's personality and mindset changes every semester. As the uni goes by, I'm maybe becoming a person I never thought I'd be but yeah the waves are taking each one of us on different paths where we didn't want to swim but at some point we'll connect the dots together and will know that the trains that leaved our station were actually not meant for us and we boarded the right train...


As we go in this journey of software development,  some products that we will develop will be appreciated by the whole world and some products will just be thrown in trash (no one will see how much effort you've put into that project, If the user doesn't like it...it's a piece of trash)


Running in the backfield of destiny, we grow in a world created in our minds where we are the problem solvers and people preach our product. 


We can only hope to end up in places where there is an environment which fosters the learners , connect us with people who hold the same moral ethics of a software developer as us and the most important thing...work on projects which are worth our time.


So...let's connect and build something great together. ❤️ 

(You know I feel that universe just makes you cross paths with right people at the right time so we don't have to worry. I know I'm delusional :)


what's happening to me? Am I ...crazy?

Anyways, thanks for reading.

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