Today an anonymous lady called and tried to sell me some package on
how to secure my life after being unable to work, hitting ten soft
spots about the nuisances of getting old and incapacitated, and
stressed the importance of saving money. All presented very
professionally, yet with a dry, repetative voice. Facts
unquestionable.
So I decided to cheer her up by telling her how I'd rather sleep in a
stable and shower under a water hose and live life on a nil budget,
rather than waste my capable years worrying about being
incapacitated.
I made this one laugh, usually I do not! Usually they are already
incapacitated!
After she stopped laughing she asked me what my plans for old age
really was.
I answered: Well, Sweden, still being famous for its' elderly care
system, is still crap.
Personally I'd preferr, rather than eating cookies and being unhappy
about it, to be dead and not eating cookies. And seeing where
the world is heading I don't really think digital numbers registered
in a banks' database will be important in 30 years.
I love packing. But I hate travelling. Thus when I travell I preferr
travelling light.
That moment of self reflection when preparing my luggage a mirror image of my own personality. What do I want to bring?
What do I really need to bring? What am I prepared to leave behind?
I wish I would ask myself that question everyday of my life. But
remaining in one place, surrounded by matter, one tend to forget what
is really important. And what is excessive...
This time I shall bring less books and more work clothes. And a
flashlight.
Change is inevitable, why fight it when you can control it?
I guess this is just what I have become.
In less than 24 hrs I'll be in Turkey, back on my nil budget. Maybe
one day suddenly bit by a scorpion going into coma or having a heavy
stone falling on me while building dry walls.
Maybe then I'll regret not having cared about comfort and security.
But 'till I reach that day when I start mourning the past, I shall
not waste one second mourning my future.
