Go to college or university. Get married and have children somewhere along the way. Get a long term job. Buy a house. Buy all kinds of stuff to fill up your house with. Pay for your children’s college or university. Once or twice a year, take a couple of weeks vacation. Stay at the job you hate until you retire, hopefully sometime between age 55 and age 65.
Then do what you want.
The problem occurs when something goes wrong with the plan. Like you or your spouse get sick. Or worse.
When we were in the process of selling our house and all of our “stuff” at the age of 45, a woman asked where we were moving to. We said, “into that little motorhome parked across the street”. She thought that was great, and explained why.
“A few years ago, my husband retired, after 30 years in the military. We had a decent pension, and our house was paid for. We had all kinds of plans, including travel. Then, totally out of the blue, he died. Just like that, at age 52”.
And so here we are at age 50. Ruth’s sister in law passed away last fall, at age 50. That’s some scary stuff. If one of us were to die at this age, we don’t want to be saying “would’ve, could’ve, should’ve,” lying on the death bed.
We don’t have a lot of money. In fact, we’ll probably end up going to back to work again, maybe for six months at a time. But there will always be that light at the end of the tunnel, and when that time is up, we’ll take off again for six months or a year or more. But at least we’ll have seen and done a lot, and nobody can take that away from us.
And so we simply decided that we wanted to enjoy life while we were young enough to do so. It had nothing to do with luck, it simply meant that we chose to give up the security of a home and a job in exchange for something different.