If the truth shall kill them, let them die. Always learning & growing so never the same. Merely a humble student & no master.
I genuinely, truly, really, factually actually hate money. I feel/think exactly like this. My family hates that I've made a considerable income for decades but have no "pile" of shit to show for it. My heart has never been in "stuff" any more than I can take along in my pockets. When I had decades of $2500+weekly paychecks coming in...I lived a $2500 a week life but I have the most incredible pile of stores to tell from actually authentically living.
I want to retire from working for money. Not to sit, not to be set all up in a recliner with remote and all the best foods in the fridge etc. I want to go see this planet. I'm an old man now and in a few very short years I will be trying to figure out what to do with myself for my last few decades. I'm gonna have another 30-40 years to occupy myself with, am strapping healthy/able bodied and my family lives to old ages.
But I'm so fucking done with chasing money! I hate the shit...
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Familiar story! I sometimes miss my $3,500 biweekly check, all the THINGS I had accumulated that didn't mean much. Lost in twilight zone.Today I live on $100 a week, and miss nothing. Once you leave the matrix, none of that is important any more. I enjoy birds, bees, neighbor's cats and dogs, dirt, food from the garden, sunshine, rain, walking - cause I don't have a car, and don't need one. God is amazing when you look to Him and see He is your source for everything. The fairly tale life is over!
I grew up super ultra rural in Arkansas in the 70's. I helped build the house I grew up in at 10 years old. We spent my 9th year cutting all the timber and hauling it to get milled to use as lumber for the house build. I grew up farming old world in an old world and have a life of over 30yrs construction experience building everything imaginable. I know how to husband/grow food and build the house from scratch. Yes, I've even built log cabins. I was oldest of 5 boys so we heated with wood only, had two very large gardens and even planted/grew/dug/stored our own year's taters from a small potato lot. We very effectively mass fished, & picked everything wild that ripened for sustenance with so many boys/hands too. I never really walked into it.
