What is it that makes generally responsible, conservative (in a Liberal sort of way) people sell off, give away, move aboard and go?
Simple: Fear of Death.
Shortest blog post in history, right? But in fact, I don’t think there’s much more to it than that. The fear of dying – or at the least a sense of one’s mortality – becomes an almost tangible thing for many of us somewhere in what’s euphemistically called “middle age”. (Middle of what? And how do you know?)
Anyway, we look back at our lives and what we’ve accomplished & experienced so far, and then we look ahead, and are forced to admit that we just don’t know how long the road is. The people we grew up with have begun to thin, and folks we thought would live forever are gone from us, moved on to that next, ultimate adventure.
Except Keith Richards. He actually WILL live forever.
For me it happened near my 53rd birthday, when I realized that restoring a boat (that’s a link to my prior blog about it) was quite likely going to take all the “good” years I had left. Clearly if I wanted to take my sweetie cruising, I needed to fast-track the plan.
So we did something totally radical and (to some) irresponsible and crazy. Gave away the project boat and all those hours of labor. Sold our real estate. Borrowed money from our unimpressive retirement accounts and gave up our lease. And we bought a boat. Financed part of it too.
Because life is short, and your best years are NOW, not later-someday-After-The Kids-Are-Grown-when I retire…