Money money money. I need that money to pay debts and keep traveling.
If it were to stop traveling, I would already be at least halfway to zero debt balance.
But for what?
I’m going to buy a house? Nope.
Am I going to have a child in the near future? Nope.
Do I have to invest in a business project? Nope.
Well, fuck it.
You work to live, to travel, to eat, and to pay the bills.
I wasn’t born rich, but I’m sure as hell gonna enjoy my healthy and energy filled* adult life.
Noticed the asterisk? That’s because most working class people have money because they spend 40-60 hours a week between work and commuting. But then, they don’t have the time, nor the energy, nor the motivation to actually spend it on the things they wanted a few years back.
And that’s actually a frightening way to live.
Slave away during your ‘best years, you get older, you retire or simply work less… And then???
Are you gonna go traveling through Europe, climbing a 50-mile mountain hike in Peru, go to music festivals packed with hundreds of thousands of people at SIXTY-SEVENTY YEARS OF AGE???
Come on, most likely, no.
Hey, and if your idea of happiness is taking care of the grandkids, mowing the lawn, and paying premium sports subscriptions to watch every live game possible, then go ahead. You do you, forget about me. I’m just spouting nonsense.
Everybody deserves the chance to strive for whatever it is they want.
Just be sure to take some time for yourself every once in a while ‘cause the world is going to shit, faster than forecasted, and anything can happen from here to retirement.