Sitting in my cave today. Looking out at the beautiful landscape. Thanking myself for peace of mind. Knowing it’s my own decision to take shelter. It’s been a long time. Independent thinking is a lonely journey. Yes, it helps knowing this storm, too, will pass. But when?
Will they ever learn?
Because it’s in times like these, I appreciate the wisdom of my elders. Thinking about the fireside chats they shared with grace. Learning to tread lightly and to avoid the eager man looking to tread on me. I don’t like eager. I don’t like exciting. I’m fine preserving myself. Self-preservation is a lesson in self-reliance. One step in front of the other. Compounding.
Yes, it’s tough being self-reliant. Foraging is hard work. Nuts and berries don’t just fall into your mouth.
But it’s the big game kill everyone wants to hear about. Those are the loud stories I don’t need to hear. Because it’s the agony of defeat that’s suffered with the sound of silence—eventually, that is. It takes time to admit. But the price is paid.
Life is full of expensive lessons. Money doesn’t need to be one of them.
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P.S. Take a look at the rapid change in the yield curve over just one week in the chart below. Rates are much less attractive after only a short period of time.
