“Wealth consists not in having great possessions, but in having few wants.” Epictetus
I sold my car.
I sold a few rare paper currencies I had since I was a kid.
I’m offering one-on-one tutoring for high school students in any science subject, mathematics, Arabic, English … and I began offering writing up reports and essays for money.
I’m staying at my parents’ house.
I don’t have any assets to liquidate.
I’m thankful that my debts have been settled.
This time last year, I had more than $400,000.
All my business ventures have failed.
My current bank balance is $3.64
The surprising thing is: I have never felt more free.
I’m laughing more. I’m feeling more. I’m loving more.
It’s not happiness that I’m talking about; it’s satisfaction – being content with myself and the world around me.
Yesterday a bird woke me up because it kept knocking on my window.
No more Medicine = no more living the biggest lie of my life.
No car = spend more time with family and people that really matter.
No more financial security = appreciating what I have, when I have it.
I want to write more, but I’m too busy dreaming.
My mind is like a prisoner that has been set free; it needs time to settle down and accept the fast that it no longer has to squeeze all its energy living a lie.
This post should mark the end of an era and the beginning of something new.
Did I mention I’ll be starting to write weekly columns in our newspapers?
And I’m back working a daily job.
And I’m saving money to buy a punching bag.
I never realized money could never buy freedom.