Ten days in at home. Met my my daughter, shared laughs with family and friends, watched my first NHL game, froze my ass in the tundra that is home. I'm back to reality now, a much more beautiful surround, but harsh in its economic climate. It is a place where most struggle to maintain a full wallet, but the beauty and the mild climate offer a more conducive environment to happiness. In the arctic plain money is more abundant, but the weather sends you cowering towards the pub, or simply hiding indoors liked a caged beast. That is the question I pose everyday. Money and misery or poverty and serenity?
Where can that middle ground be found? This "sunshine tax" is a sonovabitch, but I can afford to be broke if I'm happy, whereas it is extremely expensive to be miserable. Money doesn't buy you happiness. This I know. It does, however, offer distractions to remove thoughts of unhappiness from your mind. When I was living in the tundra I had plenty of money, but I was so mad at my life that I imbibed in any and all things to forget that I was a sour soul poisoning the well. Here I am broke and the urge to purge is greater than that to imbibe. My desire for the mind altering drugs has diminished. My escape through sexual escapades has drastically declined.
Happy and broke for the short term feels right...Then what? There's that nagging voice in my sub-conscience screaming for a long term plan, goals, security, roots, equity, retirement savings and on and on it goes...
That voice by the way, is my mother. Constant in consistency and consistently prattling about growing up...
Thank you mother...Right away mother.
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