Some people sacrifice everything to have those crisp bills in their wallets. Some people are happy to do without. Being happy with waking up each day and taking in what life has to offer them. And are perfectly content. It is that Ying and Yang pull of being happy with what you have and wanting what you don’t. But in between, do we really live? Or will we be in an endless search for the next big thing that makes us content and happy. A never-ending search along a road with the horizon in sight, but never quite in reach.
In life sometimes, you have to take chances and go against the grain. Go with your gut and do something that will better your health and well-being than just working aimlessly in a job that drains and kill a little piece of yourself day by day. That was the point I was at in my life. At first, just trying to make money and sacrificing my health, and now taking some time to get that health back. Not physical health; but emotional and mental health which began to take a toll on my Multiple Sclerosis.
I was in a job that was not going to get any better, so that choice spoke to me loud and clear. And in the long run I will be better for it. Now this is the time to do something for me. Get my bearings back and move forward with a clear mind.
And this was what this past weekend was for me. It was the beginning of walking that road to the end and touching that horizon. To know it exists and to flourish in it.
People come into your life at exactly the right time; and they don’t even know it. They don’t know the difference they can make and how just a smile, the holding of a hand and the sound of a laugh can sometimes make all the difference in the world.
In the future, I may in poor to some if they look at my bank account. But my goal is to be rich in others that no amount of money can buy. And if there is a judgement cast by some who think by having a fancy job title next to their or my name makes someone a”Somebody”, then they just need to reevaluate the importance of a life well-lived compared to a job that is well-earned monetarily.
It was funny, because the first morning that “The Hiker” woke in my house; I was greeted by Text Messages from Three different people: “The Bouncer”, “Blue Eyes” and “Mr. Green Jeans.” And it did not bother me in the least to not quickly return their messages. Because as my job was in the past, these people now will have to stay in my past as well.
And no amount of explaining my weekend or of a time that was special to me was worth it.
They are not part of my future well-being and are all tangled up in the unhappiness that I was in.
So moving forward, everything and everyone, will be a clean slate.