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!
Following his ambush of the Search Bloc, Escobar emerged from the fiery wreckage in the streets of Medellin, gun drawn, cronies at his sides, and Carrillo wounded and helpless on the ground before him. “Come mierda”, he says before executing him, leaving viewers like me with that sense that there is no particular reason that good should ultimately prevail in the world after all.
Or something dramatically meaningful like that.
The desert breeze – normally dry – is very humid in the autumn months. It sweeps across me as I lay there stunned at the semi-fictional events that have just unfolded before me on my small laptop screen. It was September 2016 at my friends home in Mexico and I was smack dab in the middle of Narcos Season 1. The same day, ground had broken on what would soon be my new home and ‘retirement plan’ just down the road towards the beach. I didn’t know exactly what to expect, but I know that life was going to be a little different here in the desert.
Another month, another Resolution post. A third of the year has past us by now. We’re going on the half-way point for our goals! I hope your Resolution resolve lives on and that you’re learning and improving every month, week, day and moment that passes. I also hope that the rest of the year holds a lot of exciting new adventures and opportunities to learn new things.