When you are counting the days until Friday... something is seriously wrong
Every day when I am walking along these beaches, I see men in business suits looking longingly in to the ocean. Wanting to jump in, get their skin wet and soak in the coolness of the rippling waves on on warm summer mornings. Hot and stifled in their business suits, as they drink a quick stimulant and motivate themselves for the long and arduous day ahead, in an office full of 'important' work. Never finding time for that swim, or at the very least, not finding it often enough. And those are some of the lucky ones. They get a morning view of paradise before getting in to the 'daily grind'. To be able to do important things to sustain a comfortable life. But whose life is it? and who is it comfortable for?
What do we really need that we spend all of those hours working for?
It is like the old story of the investment banker who tries to explain to a villager that building a business from his fishing is profitable, and that being profitable is important because profit leads to power, power leads to money, and money leads to freedom... freedom to retire, go fishing, play with your kids, sip wine an play guitar with your wife. All of which the villager already had. Without the need to go through the whole process of over-fishing and capitalisation to start off with.
I wonder if they know that they don't need to be sitting in those suits looking at the ocean? that while they are working, their dreams are getting old and dying along with their bodies that are craving a life that modernity has taken away from us. Or taught us to take away from themselves.
We are a family of 6 creatives, homeschooling/ unschooling and trying our best to live a minimalist life in our own slice of paradise on the coast of Australia - Artist Mama, Guitarist Papa, Surfie Teen, Satirical Teen, Musician Teen and Wild Little One. Welcome to our life..