Or at least around the block. I’ve done the unthinkable, the one thing I swore I would never do again. I purchased a one way coach ticket to Maui. The jet set world of private aircraft spoiled me to the point of finding even first class air travel unbearable.
I swore I would never fly commercial again but the choices were simple.
A) Land in Hawaii with my life savings of 500 bucks and a bit of desire for adventure.
B) Spend the next year writing about the adventures of life in modern societies version of the iron maiden we call a cubicle and that damn flickering fluorescent light gnawing at my brain.
Ether one could probably make for some pretty interesting writing but I have chosen A as it is very likely to be a bit more entertaining to my dysfunctional mind that keeps telling me that its not an adventure till something goes wrong.
Its easy at 25 to spin your wheels thinking that the world will go on forever but once 30 rolls around you had better make use of every second as the clock is ticking. Its the age old question of your money or your life. Currently I have neither. I will spend the next ten days locked away in an old tin shed in cocoon status. When i emerge I will spread my wings like a butterfly and fly away. And no I don’t think money is inherently evil but selling your soul for it is. Right now my life stocks are on sale and I’m buying all the shares I can afford. All I can do is hope that they appreciate with time and experience.
My chicken and the egg question for the day… Is it the writer that makes the story or the story that makes the writer.
“It is the preoccupation with possesions, more than anything else, that prevents men from living freely and nobly.” That’s the way things work in my life. Bertrand Russel