He had been ill for a while but he seemed to have a 2-fingers- up approach to dying and had held on to his life time and again. It seemed like he’d live forever.
He was a Welsh farmer. Dry wit, huge dinners and a loveable stubborn streak were all part of his everyday life.
He grafted every day on the farm. And farming is hard and back in the ‘50’s, farming was all shoulder strength and Hulk muscles. He was a beast of man – devouring more food in a week than I could in a year.
He retired, bought a beautiful house and started his hobbies of growing the most amazing vegetables and tending to his flowers.
Two years in to his rest, he had a brain haemorrhage and was never the same again.
We will all have stories of men we know who work hard, graft well, walk into their well-deserved retirement and the door of health is slammed firmly in their face.
It seems so unfair and unjust. No real reason. Stuff happens.
Funerals always bring the inevitably age-old question: ‘What is life about?’
I want to make sure that my retirement is just an extension of my life. A place where my already established hobbies and pass times continue. And likewise, life should be full of what really matters to you.
Never lose yourself in the busyness of life.
The author Hunter Thompson once wrote:
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming ‘Wow! What a Ride!’”
I want to live fun, live free and be open to change. I want to enjoy every moment and be part of something bigger than myself.
Write a list of the most important things in your life.
Now write a list of the areas of life that take the most time.
If there is stark difference in the order of these lists, then something is wrong.
What areas of your life are you losing to busyness?