I was a wanderer.
Yesterday I read an article detailing the loss of mankind’s ability to accept risk. Over the course of a few generations we have lost our ability to accept adversity, risk, and the potential for loss. Like dogs, we have been domesticated and become accustomed to comfort. With no adversity, we risk nothing, we live in comfort, and we die in anonymity.
When I was young, I was reckless.
This was also trained away. Now, I calculate and plan and scheme. And yet, here I am, working 8-5 as a minion that will never make it out, but I am comfortable. The adventure is now confined to weekends camping, or sailing.
I have debt.
$165,000 with my house and car, or about $85,000 without my house. To me, my debt is 200% of my annual income. I am chained like a prisoner because of it. For me, I will not be able to escape that debt before children, or illness, or common sense strike me. I am a prisoner to the debts around me.
This blog was, and continues to be a place to chronicle that struggle.
So, therefore, I vow to fight that death of soul. Small steps, small risks, small gambles towards freedom.
Recently we started a UAV company. My hope is to chain myself to that endeavor and push that debt away. Then freedom can be found in the form of owing no man anything. I would own my soul, no matter my station, it’s mine. To achieve that… that is bliss.
We Quit Life 