The world is a dichotomous place. For every action there is a reaction. For every instruction there is an alternative approach. And so it becomes difficult to tease apart what is real and what is finely-crafted rhetoric. Perhaps rhetoric is all this piece is. But if it comes from a place of truth does that not make it real? And if it comes from a place that is meant to disguise one’s true intentions is it not then rhetoric? It may not even matter, as it is only that we can’t expect what works for one to work for all.
We spend a lot of time just thinking of what will be when we get to where we’re going. And so we often lose track of the route completely. We also try to think ourselves into taking action, into doing something, into making change and into becoming somebody. But sometimes it’s difficult to convince ourselves that those things are possible, so we don’t take any action. We rely on motivation and inspiration, but these things are fleeting. Amazing when present, no doubt, but they are not easily sustained in most of us. Not always, anyway.
More than a century and a half ago, in 1847, the novel – once believed auto-biography – Jane Eyre was first released. As we know now, it is a fictional story in which the title character, Jane, is loosely based on the experiences of the books eventually unveiled author, Charlotte Bronte. In its time, the novel challenged many Victorian values and brought rise to numerous questions as to what was proper and improper conduct within society. With its release began a landslide of discussion and opinions, from peasant to princess, about the books’ many controversial issues. One of the most pressing of these issues put forth by Bronte was the injustice in labeling a person based on the amount of wealth of which they are born into. It is clear that Bronte recognizes the existence of this type of discrimination and takes a stand against it in her story of the endearing Jane Eyre. In Bronte’s tale, Jane is an ideal example of how a person’s economical situation, in Victorian times as well most other points in history, can be the defining limit of their potential instead of – as it should be – their ability of body and mind.
Today is May 9th. 33 years ago today, my journey to early retirement began inside the Vancouver General Hospital. It just took me 31 years to figure that out. The premise of this blog, of course, is that I will be retired before I turn 34, which means that I have less than 12 months left of being a working stiff. That’s pretty !@#$ing exciting actually!