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Time and space are two of the most valuable commodities we have on this planet. From our very first breath in this world we are all equally distributed the same amount each and every day till death do us part. What we chose to do this this most valuable gift is what defines our life.
There is no place in the world where I am more comfortable than when lost with nothing more than what I can carry on my back. When you carry your home with you your choices must be frugal but that doesn’t mean limiting. There are times when I dream of giving away every single thing I own and walking naked as the day I was born out into this world and seeing where I can go with it. Sure I’d probably get arrested, new free clothes and three hots and cot a would be a good start to this new freedom. With no debt or obligations I am free to roam and explore to my hearts content. Most importantly I’d be mentally free. Without the burden of obligation to all my stuff I would have the time and space to live, not just survive.
This past weekend I was reminded of the absolute anger that exists in this world when some mainlander came chasing my 13 year old deaf and frail dog kicking her as he went. “if I see your dog by my boat again I’m going to kill it”. I had the unfortunate opportunity to spend 6 free weeks at this same dock last year, frequented by angry mainlanders. Drunken couples fighting on the docks, parents publicly berating and verbally abusing their kids, boater on boater screaming matches. When I wonder where all this hate comes from I can only assume is our possessions that make us crazy. 80 hour work weeks to pay for our houses and yachts that we never get to use long enough to make them matter reminds me of the prison I used to live in. My three hour twice daily commute never seemed as bad as staring at that flickering screen adding up numbers that for all intensive purpose don’t even exist. I spent years making people rich on paper, I got paid by the zero which is exactly it was worth and what I was worth.
These days my bank account is filled with time and space, I am the richest man in Babylon. My days of $60.00 glasses of scotch are far behind me but it doesn’t mean I can’t get the same enjoyment from a 50 cent cup. After all, are we there for the booze or the company? What about our houses? Is it worth neglecting our wives and children so we can afford to buy them everything in the world even through all they want is our time? Give me a simple life with brilliant company and all the time in the world to share it. Frugality isn’t about money and it isn’t about cheapness, poverty or lack of anything. The frugal man is the one who realizes that his life is far more valuable than his possessions. His generosity is with his time and space. Its 11:10 am on tuesday morning, I’m writing this bayside, my feet are bare and my toes curling in the sand, this is my office. I have less possessions than 99% of the people on this planet yet I am the one percent. My hand is extended to you but all I can do is ask. Please come join me in this simple beautiful life. The only thing I have to offer is time and space, all of it.
“Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.”
― Haruki Murakami