Where are you going? This is something that I’ve been reflecting on here recently as I think about the fact that my children are getting older; one in college and one in high school. I technically have three years left with kids living at home full time. This is surreal. I want to soak up every last minute; every last second with them. I want to slow down my life. I want to slow down time.
At the same time, it’s exciting to begin thinking about and planning the future with just me and the hubs. What will our lives look like? Will we live in a cute cottage on a big piece of land? Will we live in an old Florida home near the ocean? Will we travel around part-time or maybe even full-time in an RV? There’s so many questions and so many unknowns. It’s exciting. I love daydreaming about these sort of things.
Today, a lady at work shared the following story that completely touched my heart and certainly put into perspective. We must be sure to focus on what really matters in life.
A boat docked in a tiny Mexican village. An American tourist complimented the Mexican fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took him to catch them.
“Not very long,” answered the Mexican.
“But then, why didn’t you stay out longer and catch more?” asked the American.
The Mexican explained that his small catch was sufficient to meet his needs and those of his family.
The American asked, “But what do you do with the rest of your time?”
“I have a full life. I play with my children and take a siesta with my wife. In the evenings, I go into the village to see my friends, play the guitar, and sing a few songs….”
The American interrupted, “I have an MBA from Harvard, and I can help you! You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat.”
“And after that?” asked the Mexican.
“With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant. You can then leave this little village and move to Mexico City, Los Angeles, or even New York City! From there you can direct your huge new enterprise.”
“How long would that take?” asked the Mexican.
“Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years,” replied the American.
“And after that?”
“Afterwards? Well my Friend, That’s when it gets really interesting,” answered the American, laughing. “When your business gets really big, you can start selling stocks and make millions!”
“Millions? Really? And after that?” said the Mexican.
“After that you’ll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife and spend your evenings doing what you like and enjoying your friends.”
“With all due respect sir, but that’s exactly what I am doing now. So what’s the point wasting twenty-five years?” asked the Mexican.
Know where you’re going in life… you may already be there.