I don’t want to be rich or famous. In this era of the Millennial-mindset and social media psychology it seems like almost everyone wants to be rich, famous or preferably both. Not me. Invisible and flying under the radar is the best way to live.
It’s cliché but money and fame don’t guarantee happiness—often it’s quite the opposite. At the age of 71 it is highly unlikely that I will suddenly become rich or famous—and that’s fine with me and totally acceptable. I have enough.
I have enough money and I have enough good health. Happiness and unhappiness come and go like waves upon a beach—I gravitate to the Buddhist practice of clinging to neither. Appreciate the now and accept whatever is happening in the moment. We live the life we are meant to live. Acceptance of what is can be simple but it’s not easy—it never seems easy. At least not to me. If I had more money or fame it would only blind me to the simple life which has become my mantra: live simple, live cheap, live free. Life is about experiencing the world around us and making memories not making money and collecting stuff.
NaÏve or evolved? Who’s to say. It works for me. The headlines shout about celebrities (those who seemingly have it all) self-destructing with suicide, emotional collapse and drug addiction. No thank you. I am perfectly happy to remain invisible, fly under the radar and shoulder my rucksack to travel to new and exotic places on this small blue marble we call planet Earth. If I had more money I would be tempted to travel first-class, if I had more fame I would be too damn high and mighty to talk to ordinary people. And if I had both what then? I would be prey.
I would be the target of every opportunistic human predator prowling the human jungle for its next kill. Just ask any lottery winner. Nope. My life is good just the way it is. Enough is enough if you can accept that it’s enough. If you can’t you become what the Buddhists call a hungry ghost—never getting enough to eat, never satisfied. In our world travels we’ve found that people who have the least (monetarily speaking) are the most generous and the most content. Seven years ago I lost my money and possessions and frankly I’ve never been more content with my life.