When I was a little girl, my dream was to live on a little island in the tropics and run a library. I would have a garden full of flowers, dogs and cats would sleep in the sun and people would drop by to pick up a book, have a chat or a cup of tea.
Many, many years later, many jobs, countries, carriers, marriages and dreams later, I find myself on a little island in the Caribbean, in a little house in the lush tropical garden. Two dogs and one cat sleep in the sun, and friends stop by to pick up a book or have a cup of tea.
The dream turned into a reality. Not all at once, not even completely deliberately. We do forget our childhood dreams. Sometimes we believe that they are not possible, often that we cannot make them happen, or other things become more important. Life gets in the way of dreams.
Getting old does not have too many perks, but doing what you wanted your whole life is one of them. There is no more carrier we care about. We found out that success is relative. Things do not fill life, only space. Possessions are anchors around our necks. Money does not matter since we need so little. People we love are scattered all over the world and often the only way we know what they are doing is by checking the Facebook.
What we do need is peace. We need life to be simple and we need every day to be filled with what we love. We do not have to put up with anything.
We do need a bit of money. Even the simplest life has its material limitations. Having an internet connection is expensive. Dog food is expensive. On the island, electricity is expensive. Making a money while living simple life on a small island behind god's back is not easy, but it is possible. More about that later.
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