As you probably gathered, I completely enjoyed myself at the Koh Samui Blues and World Music Festival. I had such a good time playing with some awesome musicians, beating all these girls off with a stick (I play with a wireless mike which means I can wander around the audience and dance with the prettiest ones :-)), catching up with old friends. But it started something ticking over in my head (hence yesterday's post) and I wasn't quite sure what nor why until this showed up in my Awasu later in the day.
I'm quite conservative when it comes to managing my finances and so diverging from a conventional IT career and taking time off to play music and write Awasu and all the other stuff I'm doing now was a bit of a risk, from my point of view. I've had two accidents that I've been amazingly lucky to survive (although the second one was somewhat mundane (being hit by a car) and I had gotten a bit blasé about these near-death episodes by then anyway :-)) so this idea in the article really resonated with me:
Time is so much more precious than money. You can afford to lose all your money in the pursuit of your dreams. You can go broke over and over and just keep on going. But what you cannot afford to lose is time. Money can be restored. Time cannot. Even if you have no money at all, you can still think and take action. But when you run out of time, that's it - game over. Each day of your life that passes is another day gone, never to return again. If you are paralyzing yourself with an external definition of security, you're squandering your life away. If you aren't spending your precious time working on your dreams - today, right now - then you're just counting the days until you die. That external security will never come. The external factors will never be just right. If you are waiting for external security, you're waiting for death. And in the meantime, you're forgetting to live.
I remember giving a friend of mine a hard time when he turned thirty (I was about 21) but he said that he didn't mind because his thirties were going to be the best years of his life. I never forgot that and when I turned thirty myself, I promised myself that they would be my best years as well. (Of course, now I wonder what he said when he turned forty :-))
Have a great new year.