Someone I know sent me an e-mail today questioning my recent lifestyle decisions. She asked me where I see myself in ten years. Below is part of my response. I made some substantial edits for brevity and because some of what I wrote only made sense in context of who my message was originally addressed to.
Where Do You See Yourself Ten Years From Now?
I no longer think about the long-term future. Ten years from now? Who cares? I could well be dead. And then all of my meticulous planning and sacrifice would have been for naught! There is no point in dying wealthy. I don’t want a tombstone that reads: “He invested wisely.” I try to live for today. I often fail, but I try.
If you put off your dreams for a time that is “just right” – when circumstances are perfect, when risk is minimal, and when you feel secure… That day will NEVER come. No amount of wealth will ever make you feel totally secure. There is no such thing as zero risk. You have to decide to just do what you want to do.
Some days I gamble and lose… BIG. But the rewards when I win? Unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. I will have rough days ahead of me. There will be days when I am penniless, homeless, and/or hungry, I’m sure. But I also know that I’m happier when I’m in my element. I’m not alone. My nomadic friends – broke, the lot of them – are happier than most everyone else I know working a stable and secure 9 to 5 job.
So no – I don’t think about my life 10 years from now. I’m just trying to be present and to suck as much juicy experience off this bone while I can. Playing it safe? Planning for the future? Those are just excuses to avoid living life.