Sometimes Less is More

I’m the kind of guy who has accumulated way too much stuff over the course of his life. As I look back, I wish I could have understood the freedom of the minimalist life sooner. I was always the restless type who never wanted to conform to the expected. I never wanted to live the “normal” life, but that is exactly what I have done. Don’t misunderstand, I have a great life, a great wife, fantastic children and an awesome grandson. I’m just telling you that in my heart of hearts, I was always destined to live another life. I can’t change the past, but its not too late to adjust the future. My wife and I have the same dream for the end of our lives; footprints in the sand of a sunny beach in South Florida, as we walk hand in hand and enjoy the simplicity of the rolling sea. Picking up seashells for the thousandth time as we share our deepest thoughts with one another. I’m in the process of shaking up my entire life in an effort to help us reach that place before it is too late. Wish me luck!

Later,

Shep

“To be truly challenging, a voyage, like a life, must rest on a firm foundation of financial unrest. Otherwise, you are doomed to a routine traverse, the kind known to yachtsmen who play with their boats at sea… “cruising” it is called. Voyaging belongs to seamen, and to the wanderers of the world who cannot, or will not, fit in. If you are contemplating a voyage and you have the means, abandon the venture until your fortunes change. Only then will you know what the sea is all about.

“I’ve always wanted to sail to the south seas, but I can’t afford it.” What these men can’t afford is not to go. They are enmeshed in the cancerous discipline of “security.” And in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine – and before we know it our lives are gone.

What does a man need – really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in – and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That’s all – in the material sense, and we know it. But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention for the sheer idiocy of the charade.

The years thunder by. The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed.

Where, then, lies the answer?

In choice…!

Which shall it be: bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life…?”

– Sterling Hayden

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