|The view from my place of work|
This is a serious question.
When I am in my twilight years, (the time when I can’t go up on the big wheel and can only dream about the times when I did)
Will I sit by the fire and be relieved that I can afford to turn it on?
And be glad that the fridge is full and know where the next meal comes from?
Will I be pleased I can afford the thermals from the catalogue that arrives on my doorstep every month without fail (I am a valued customer)?
A short holiday when the weather brightens up is a real possibility.
Will I value that financial independence that I worked so hard to achieve?
Or will I regret lost opportunities:-
Not seizing the moment when I could?
Not taking that risk?
Not flying by the seat of my pants!
Not dreaming the dreams and making them a reality?
Or, at the very least, having a go?
When I am in my twilight years, will I relive those moments when I dared to step off the treadmill?
Will I recall the sense of fulfillment, excitement, fear as I tried to follow my dreams?
Or will I say to myself, as I open another bill and turn down the heating;-“You fool; it didn’t have to be like this.”