Life in the big city became just so much of a rat race I realised that even if I won, I'd still be a rat.
So I got out of all that bullshit and jellybeans, got away from all the superficial crap that pollutes your mind, body and soul and eight years ago came home to where my roots are.
To where my heart is. To my Whakapapa.
And when I wake in my little caravan in the morning and light the fire or take a minute wandering down to my own most wonderful beach here at Tokomaru Bay, my heart sings. Never mind there's not a lot of money in the jar, and my name won't appear on any rich-list.
I know I'm really a multi-millionaire...
I wish I'd done something like this 35 years ago when it have been so easy for me. Would that I had known then to reject the programming and listen to my heart.
ReplyDeleteAlways listen to your heart...
DeleteYes indeed! I left that DC big rats and even worst insanity behind, with not one regret. Bless you and your true FREEDOM!
ReplyDeleteAnd the world is too big to stay anchored to the ground. Wheels and wings work for me, and the rats race pretty slowly and non-competitively in local circles.
ReplyDeleteEvery morning I wake up and check your blog to see what your up to and every day I am heartened by what I see and my decision to hit the road is once again confirmed as the right one. Thank you Keith. By the way can you send me your living on a small income please, it's getting smaller and smaller by the day!
ReplyDeleteHi Lorraine. I'm glad you're glad about your decision. If you email me at theflyingtortoise@keithlevy.com I'll tell you how to get the little book...
DeleteLove it and the vege garden. Great place to escape the rat race.
ReplyDeleteYes this freedom is worth living,but when age creeps on and your health does a whoopsy the need to fall under the hospital system takes away our freedom .I have been lucky to be able to fight back and will very soon be on the road again
ReplyDeleteFabulous!
ReplyDeleteis being still in one place in a small cabin a more sustainable life style than being on wheels?
ReplyDeleteYes it can be and it is for Melissa.
DeleteShe has no wheels to sustain and life is much simpler...
It is with the passage of the years, that the simple beauty of all things corrugated is revealed in it's true magnificence.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations Melissa, you are truly blessed!
Wealth will buy you happiness is the mantra they preach, but fail to explain why the wealthy all need therapists!
ReplyDeleteBut... if you became a multi-millionaire, you could have your own private beach to enjoy and not have to go to work every day!! ;-)
ReplyDeleteMr.Wheeler ,we are born with nothing and go out with nothing,we certainly NEVER own a beach ,all we have is only temporary borrowed ! ,I fear you have missed the point .If however you must be a slave to commercialism then it`s your path to follow .
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