Recovering Capitalist re-connecting with his Artist Soul:

I am no longer here. People see me and hug me and and converse with me, but it is clear to me that I am no longer here.

I am already on the road. The wind is in my face, my clothes are dusty, and I am in need of a bath and a place to sleep. I am happy.

Financial reports that used to be my daily reading fill my InBox and are deleted with nary a second thought. Instead, I devour tales from the road of spiritual journeys and adventure.

Responsibilities and commitments that I have made are in danger of falling to the wayside, and it gets more difficult with each passing day to focus on those tasks. Let me wander in nature instead!

My life looks so much different today than it did two years ago. Looking back at my writings, I realize that I began to explore creation vs consumption, contribution vs accumulation years ago, as I was building towards the elusive first million… now that I have let go and have nothing, I get to immerse myself in that exploration.

A butterfly fluttered its way into the shop I was watching yesterday, and I watched in simple amazement as he browsed all the antique furniture and buddha statues that fill the showroom.

Money no longer interests me. Life interests me. What is right in front of me, at any given moment, has become fascinating.

theGreenBackpack

  • Age: 37
  • Joined: February 2009

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letter to the Victorian

_did u hear the one about the harvard grad, buddhist monk, the atheist, and the 3 born-again christians? me neither, but they have been staying with friends of mine over the last week… / …some people should just have cameras following them around so that they can broadcast their entire quirky lives for the world to see… / ….perhaps one day soon, my life will also be intere…
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