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  • Writer's pictureKaren Divya Shekar

Sea, Mountains, No Worries, Nice House

As an uber-escapist, I’ve got this one, not very unrealistic, dream. I want a beautiful house on a mountain overlooking the sea, with all the money in the world to do what I want, and no drama.

Obviously, this is my idea of inner peace.

And I know that this isn’t very impossible. I could achieve this dream by the time I’m forty.

But after that, what?

For a person who has always been running away from my problems, never saying what’s on my mind, and going through life with eyes half-closed, what am I supposed to do when I reach this ideal state that I want for myself?

I’ve got no idea.

I’m not prepared.

I wrote this thing for work recently, on a book, “The 4 Hour Work Week”, and the author, Tim Ferris, said that there’s no use saving up money to live the ideal life in an unpredictable future, might as well do what you can to live the perfect life now.

Want to go traveling? Go traveling. Want to write a book? Write a book. Want to learn ballet? Well, it may be too late, but if that’s what you want, go ahead and try it out!

I took that step a couple of years ago, and I have never regretted it since.

I’m just a couple of decisions away from the house on the mountain overlooking the sea.

So what am I going to do when I get there?

Here’s my plan.

When I launch out into my dream environment halfway between the mountain and the sea, I’m going to explore. I’m going to find out every place there is to see, historical or scenic, and I’m going to go there. I’m going to dress up and take pictures to show that I’ve had a good time. I remember I cut church one day to roam in Victoria Memorial, and I was so thrilled that I could do that, I won’t forget it in a hurry.

Then I’m going to eat. I wouldn’t say I liked food much and eat whatever is cheapest on the menu, but now I’m going to eat whatever sounds lovely. I won’t think about my weight or my looks, or the size of my jeans. I’m going to gorge.

What about my time? What am I going to do with all that time on my hands?

Eventually, the reading, the writing, the exploring, and the visiting will become dull and boring. It will become a safe cocoon out of which I won’t want to get out because I’m too afraid of the world.

That’s when I’ll have to face this fact: I need adventure. I need the unknown. As long as I know it’s got a happy ending, I’m cool with challenging experiences.

If I am safe and sound after the storm, it’s okay, I’m game for more. Controlled excitement within bounds, that’s what I’d like.

How am I going to ensure that?

Here’s the thing.

Life needs a planner. If the planning is left to you, you will fill it with very basic, boring, and safe things, some out-of-the-box ones, but you wouldn’t be able to plan and execute a very satisfying life.

Look at the scores of people with money, fame, and successful careers. They’re miserable on the inside the same way we, who aspire to have what they have, are miserable.

Nothing in life makes sense. What on earth are we doing here? What are we supposed to do with the time we’ve got?

I’m not going to delve into that today.

I’m confronting myself before I achieve my state of nirvana.

After that what?

What happens after the peace comes and the dream is achieved?

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