When life is lived to the fullest, it should be a constant lesson. Every day should be an adventure and an opportunity to become better and more whole, so that we can also improve life on this planet for all beings who live on it.
The journey is hopefully about becoming more balanced and less self-centered. For some, that means becoming more giving -less greedy and selfish so that you don’t end up becoming abusive. For others, it’s to become less giving -stronger and less sensitive so that you don’t become a victim.
I’ve always belonged to the second category, I’m a non-confrontational, deeply sensitive person. Moody and opinionated yes, but never greedy. I always focused on other people’s needs rather than mine and, more often than not, that got me weak and depressed. My journey has often been about learning how to defend myself and set boundaries to prevent the world from collapsing on my head.
And still today, at 40, it makes me angry that some people are insecure and greedy and need to accumulate money, property and power, taking it from others just to sit on it instead of just enjoying life and using their time in more fulfilling, intelligent and interesting ways. I really cannot live in this system we’ve created because I just don’t like human nature sometimes. The Earth would be such an amazing place if we just learned to share our toys, wouldn’t it? You may say I am dreamer… but as you know, I’m not the first or the only one. And I will not accept defeat. I will keep using any media I can get my hands on to try and raise awareness.
I’ve been quiet here for a while, so has Alex, but so much happened lately. We often preach about how money or possessions bring us more head and heartache than happiness. We speak from a personal point of view of course, everything is always subjective, but you would be surprised how many people do not believe us. And since we have not been actively involved in the urban way of life for so long, living on the hook and off-grid, sometimes it was hard to know whether we really knew what we were talking about anymore. Until recently.
Since the moment we met Alex’s dad in the States andwe started the process of bringing him to Panama we had the most eye-opening, incredible series of events: from the point of view of an American old man with a good regular income and some savings in the bank we could see the darkest, most ridiculous forms of greed, deception and
stupidity. It’s amazing what happens when old people do not have younger relatives to defend them. But it was even more amazing to see what happened to Alex and I when we came back to Panama to look for property for him. We saw the big contrast: the difference between how people had been treating us for years knowing we did not have money, and how they treated us now that we were driving the car Joe gave us and were looking to buy a house.
Shadier people started approaching us and everything started getting so complicated, dealing with debit cards, and international wire transfers and credit card fraud, medical insurance, lawyers, real estate agents, land surveyors, bills, car part dealers and mechanics. We started feeling sad, angry, ill. Being the Dorseys official translator in Panama I had to learn once again how to be a warrior and defend my family from the human vultures money always attracts. All we wanted was to come back to the boat. To our $250 bucks a month for groceries. Row. Fish. Read. Swim.
And after a few weeks I saw a new me appear, like that photo of Jack Nicholson which circulated around Facebook a while ago, I found myself having no more fucks to give, no more patience for negative or insensitive people. I stopped feeling sorry and started getting angry. I felt the need to do something about it. It’s not a coincidence that since Joe appeared in our lives “The Minimalist Sailor” is finally happening.
This movie is our grain of sand, our revolution. We’re so excited. Stay tuned :)Published in