Ways of life

An acquaintance once tried to convince me, after I have explained to her why I sleep on a wooden board, that constantly training myself for the worst case scenario is not the way to go about living life. It pissed me off at that time and stirred some of my beliefs. Since then, I have swung into both sides of the extremes only to settle back in the gray area in between. I understand now that the truth is transient, that she’s not absolutely right, nor is she absolutely wrong.

Still, the fact remains that I am thriving because I prepared for this worst case scenario. Several years of abstinence from wasteful spending and dedication to the improvement of my skill culminated in success when everything around me is crashing and burning. Sure, it was tough watching people splurge and get ahead while I trail behind and grind away at life, but for some reason that seems to have added to my ability to get ahead when the situation turns around. I have less of an ego to get in the way and recovers faster when things don’t go my way. I am just used to it. My way has always been that of a less traveled road, because of that, moments where I can benefit and enjoy are far less frequent, at the same time and more intense.

I had always doubted my way, never fully believing that it will work out until it actually did. This crisis taught me that there is no correct way of living life and I am glad that I did it my way.