Now, trapped behind a desk and a range of responsibilities, I keep telling myself that I’m just saving money so that I can once again become a full-time traveler. Problem is, that’s a lie I can’t even sell myself. I’ve totally succumbed to the idea of making money just to make money. It’s just sitting in a couple of accounts, and I don’t want to spend it because then I’ll just be poor again, and I feel like there’s a big difference between being 23 and poor and 30. The accumulating numbers in my accounts are supposed to tell me I’m not poor, doing well, and happy. Maybe cheer me up because I can buy an iPhone with even faster internet.

So I sit in an office, and network, and take meetings, while my old friends travel the world doing what I’d rather be doing. I feel poor. Honestly, you’ve never seen a book like this. It is a trip. Open your eyes, take a trip, get this book.

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