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Travel Lessons: Time Is the Only Currency
Posted by Matt Kaludi on 18th September 2014
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Dollar. Baht. Won. Yen. Renminbi. Cordoba. Peso. Euro. The world has a dizzying array of currencies. But the funny thing about money is that it’s only worth something when you are using it in that country. Baht is not accepted in Australia, and Australian dollars are not accepted in Thailand. These currencies allow you to buy the things you need when you are in the country that accepts them. Step out of the borders of that country, and the currency is essentially worthless. The currencies we have today are merely for transactional purposes and hold little or no value.

Travel LessonsTravel teaches you that time is really the only valuable currency in life. We all start out with the same bank account with a deposit of about 30,000 days in our lives (approximately 82 years). One-third of those days are used for sleeping, so we’re now down to 20,000 days for conscious activity. Tack off another 10,000 for working and studying and we’re now down to 10,000 days for other activities such as eating, showering, bathroom breaks, and playing.

Our time in this world is finite. We’re all dealt the same number of chips when we enter the playing table of life. How much control we have over our time and how we spend our time are really the only deciding factors if we are rich or not. The Dalai Lama, when asked what surprised him most about humanity, answered,

“Man. Because he sacrifices his health in order to make money. Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health. And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present; the result being that he does not live in the present or the future; he lives as if he is never going to die, and then dies having never really lived.”

For me, I thought I had it all at age 28. We bought our first house in California, we had closets full of clothes, we had a car, we had a comfortable savings, I had a promising job in a growing company, and we welcomed our first daughter into the world. From every angle, I could be viewed as actualizing the “American Dream” before I was 30 years old.

Over time, the satisfaction of buying our house faded away, the property taxes rolled in, the pressure at work increased, and my time away from my family snowballed with more time spent at the office and on business trips. Control over my time was no longer in my hands, but rather in the clutches of my employer and the bills I had to pay.

I needed out. I searched, prayed, and hoped. Then I found my way out. I found a job at an even bigger company that would allow me to travel as well as the freedom of working at home. I soon realized that I could work remotely 100 percent of the time. I was getting paid full-time, but didn’t have the obligations of getting ready for work, commuting to and from the office, and wasting my time appearing busy when my work was actually done for the day. I had the opportunity to be a stay-at-home Dad and watched my babies grow up to be little girls without missing much in-between.

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