What we’re all doing is trying to buy more time.
Time to spend with our kids and loved ones. Time to go on dates. Time to just enjoy a glass of wine on the balcony. Time to garden more. Time to explore new places and go on adventures. Time to do all the things that we want to do.
Life in 2017 is completely different to life in 1917. I’m sure it will be different in 2057 too.
Our priorities and values have shifted completely that many people of that generation who are lucky to still be alive may not understand what the youth of today are really after. My grandma who’s in her seventies always asked me, ‘When are you going to find yourself a nice man, get married and have kids?’
Why is it that this seems to be the most important thing we need to do with our lives?
Shouldn’t she be asking, “Why aren’t you out exploring the world? Doing what you love?”
Don’t get me, being in the right type of relationship is fantastic. But not everyone is made for children and family and settling down. And well, settling.
Isn’t that what we do? We conform to society’s standards of going to school, getting a job, finding a spouse, having 2.5 kids, going on a holiday once per year, staying in our jobs for forty-five years and then retiring, some of us on a measly pension, others with a bit saved in their retirement accounts. Then we push our kids to do the same.
When you actually write it down it seems really sad and boring.
A few years ago, I made the choice to start a family. It was my choice. I own that choice and I knew how that choice was going to impact my life.
Having a son has added an extra layer of stress to my life but surprisingly the last three years haven’t been as expensive as the world makes kids out to be. Of course there are exceptions because if you have to deal with unfortunate health issues than costs can be high.
We are lucky to say, we haven’t had an issues other than severe hives after getting bitten by an insect and running into the side of a wall and cutting his head open. Both quite scary.
But all is good.
I’m going off on a tangent here. Sorry. Where were we?
Time is finite.
When you’re young, you don’t think about it that much. As you get older and start a family, the concept of time remains at the back of your mind.
I’m nearing my mid-30s and time is on my mind. I feel like I’ve got a lot of catching up to do because I feel like I’ve wasted a lot of time in my 20s.
I should have had more fun, travelled more, adventured more, pushed myself out of my comfort zone, connected with people, cared less about irrelevant stuff, and focused on what was truly important.
I was all over the place in my 20s. I wasted a lot of time.
Now I hope to ‘buy’ it back.
We all are in a sense.
Financial freedom will buy us back that time.
That’s what we’re aiming for, isn’t it?
To have the money and the means to follow our dreams and do what makes us truly happy every single day.
But financial freedom is not just going to suddenly happen one day. Yes, you might win the lotto or get an inheritance from a long-lost billionaire but chances are, you probably won’t.
So you have to make your financial freedom happen.
Remember, no one is ever going to care about you and your money, freedom and happiness as much as you do.
That means everything you do has to be planned and strategised to help you reach your dreams, goals and crazy ambitions.
I think that has been my problem over the past few years. Theoretically, I’ve known what needs to be done and what I want to achieve but I haven’t been putting much of it into practice.
While I want my nice house, in a nice suburb with lots of greenery, and close to good schools, shops and public transport and only minutes from the beach. I don’t want stuff and clutter.
I want time.
Time to enjoy the fruits of my labour.
So that house I’m building isn’t going to stand empty while we’re at work and the kids are at school.
It’s a house where I want to spend hours in the kitchen preparing delicious meals for my family, a dining table filled with guests enjoying my food and company, and an al fresco area where I can feed my friends grilled meats and fish, talk about our lives, exchange tips, laugh and have fun, and a backyard where kids can play and make happy memories.
I want it to be a place that I can always come back to from all the adventures I want to do.
Sometimes I ask, am I wanting or expecting too much?
But what is too much?
Isn’t that what we are here for?
To have goals, dreams and aspirations. To have a purpose and something to work towards.
There are days where I question my own goals, dreams and aspirations. Is it too much?
Then I realise, it’s not.
Having the time, freedom and finances, isn’t just going to benefit me, it’s going to benefit my family and friends. It’s going to give me the resources to help those near and far.
So while sometimes chasing my dreams may seem selfish and arrogant, I have to realise that it’s no longer just about me. It’s helping provide a better future for my family, setting an example for my son and being in a position to make a difference to causes that matter to me.
Time is finite.
It’s up to us how we use what we have. And what we do to have more of it.