Our Now...
Recently, I turned 30.
I know. Hard to believe with my boyish good looks and my propensity to laugh a fart joke, but I do have quite a few greys growing out of my head and wrinkles appearing in places previously smooth. I never thought that day would come, yet already it has sped by at an accelerating rate that seems to pick up as time goes by.
Does time actually speed up, or does my awareness slow down?
The question plagues me and serves as a catalyst that time itself has an inherent value, one that rises in cost the more you lose. I reflect upon the dreams I had in the past, all the things I wanted to do and the places I wanted to see by now, and I just want to shiva-pimp slap Younger Me for having the gall and the lack of foresight to say "Maybe Later?" to all those things I put on hold as if I had all the time in the world. Time that I could have spent BEING TOTALLY F-'IN AWESOME, allowing Now Me to have all these stories to tell when I was totally F-'in BadAss.
I am 30 now. I have yet to hitch-hike across my home country like I promised myself I would. I haven't experienced Mardi-gras in New Orleans, or drank tequilla in Mexico. Where is my hot European fling? Or my summer teaching English in Asia? At what age does it become sad to hang out in a cool famous Hollywood hotspot, repeatingly failing at picking up women and having fun at it?
There is no manual that gives us the shelf life, but I feel that there is something embedded in all of our souls that will tell is when that cut-off point is, and I fear the day when I have to tell myself that is time to grow up and settle into a life that is "stable". But that day hasn't happened yet.
I read all the blogs in the Wealthy Affiliate about people who dared to have a dream, wrestled through trials and learning curbs like it was a greased up pig and held on for dear life, and came through the other side with a fully functioning atypical business, or at least some valuable lessons learned that will help with the next venture tackled (because there will BE A NEXT TIME, goddamnit!), and who are willing to share their experiences with their like-minded community.
I want to be that person. I want to be part of an inspiring community. I want to hear their stories of success and be able to share some of my own. But most of all, I want to stop living in the future and invest in the Now. Now is the time of action. Now is the time to make things happen for myself.
But how profitable would be creating a blog website for all of my mundane experiences and daily aventures be? Depends on your comfort level with risk.
Financially, probably not very. A few donations here and there and maybe a couple of sponsor links to fuel the enormous expense of my travel adventures. But the experiences themselves would be worth it's weight in gold, having gained wisdom and satisfaction in life.
How would you measure wealth?
Recent Comments
1
Try not to think to much, just get on and do stuff, do the training and build your site
Barry