Planting your own garden
“I really admire you. How can you make so many difficult sacrifices in your life?”
I am not making any sacrifices.
I am totally free.
I actually chose this life.
Any unhappiness it causes me is completely of my own choosing - “anxiety is the dizziness of freedom”.
“You are always on the move. Don’t you get lonely?”
Sometimes. But no more lonely than I was in Sydney.
“How can you keep going?”
Sometimes I can’t keep going. So I have to stop. But it always passes.
“What does your family think of your life?”
When I left Sydney, my mother said, “I can’t believe it’s taken you so long to go.”
“Aren’t you afraid of not having anywhere to live?”
I feel like I’ve been a nomad my whole life in one way or another. I am much more afraid of other things. Like not having an impact in my life. Or working in a stressful job and becoming ill again.
“Why are you not religious?”
Occam’s razor. The most simple explanation is usually the correct one.
Also, if there is a god, I have not heard a justification I can believe for all the suffering s/he has caused in the world.
“Why do you not have a plan to have a family?”
I take the philosophy of a good friend: “If a family happens as part of the normal progression of my life, then I will be happy. If it doesn’t, then I will also be happy.”
On just while we’re on it, I believe that you must “plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.”
“What happens if I can’t be your everything?”
Well, that’s OK. Because I can’t be your everything either.
I just want you to be you. And I want you to want me to be me.
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