The Easy Life?
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- nikdaum0
I think there's no guarantee to happiness, no matter what you do or what you surround yourself.
But, you only life once, so you need to decide what is most important to you now with the smallest odds of screwing you over in the future.
Maybe it's the beach.
- mantrakid0
I was freelancing in the big city, decided it was too fast paced and needed to slow some shit down. Wife and I packed our bags, sold our condo and were moved into a house in a small town surrounded by ocean, forests and mountains. I figured I would slowly lose my big city clients due to them finding someone local who they could meet face to face, and that i'd have to scrounge up work in this new locale, but the big city (re: big money) clients kept with me, and its been 3 years now living in this gorgeous place, doing basically the exact same work I was doing in the big city, minus all the commutes, the waste of time meetings and the headaches.
Morale of the Story: What the fuck do I know? Just do itâ„¢.
- MrT0
I left the big city for 'paradise' 3 years ago and now both me and MrsT can't wait to leave and get back to civilisation. I still work for the same clients but can't stand the dislocation, isolation or the fact that design (me) and TV (MrsT) are not products of sleepy beachside living.
My feeling is not to confuse what makes a good holiday with what makes a good life.
- pity the fool.MrT
- werd - its all what makes you happy. we had a kid 9 months after we moved, so that basically became 'everything'mantrakid
- in a good way.. i mean.. it truly felt like starting a whole new life in so many ways.mantrakid
- Nice. I imagine that makes it all, I think we just picked the wrong spot as much as anything else...MrT
- Where you go?freshdude
- jaylarson0
Lying In A Hammock At William Duffy's Farm In Pine Island, Minnesota
James WrightOver my head, I see the bronze butterfly,
Asleep on the black trunk,
blowing like a leaf in green shadow.
Down the ravine behind the empty house,
The cowbells follow one another
Into the distances of the afternoon.
To my right,
In a field of sunlight between two pines,
The droppings of last year's horses
Blaze up into golden stones.
I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.
A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.
I have wasted my life.