Quitting Life

New York, NYI'm sure everyone has felt this way at some point. Most of us keep these thoughts in the back of our heads as a way to get through the mundane days of sitting at our desks. Imagine, changing your entire life: leaving everything you know for the unexpected. It's adventure and it springs from the frontier nature of man.

For awhile, I had dreamed of starting a seaplane business in the Caribbean or South Pacific. For a few thousand dollars a day, I'd fly people to remote islands searching for a school of Sailfish to hook or the perfect hidden beach to eat lunch on. There's a part of me that would still love to do that. I'd grow old and wrinkled by the sea. I'd carry a machete with me in case I felt like scaling a palm tree and cracking open a coconut. Life would be fairly simple and relaxed.

Lately, I've been thinking about moving to Santorini and becoming a saffron gatherer. I'd get to fish in the light blue hues of the Mediterranean in the submerged caldera of the extinct volcano. I'd peddle my saffron to the international textile manufactures and, uh, other people that may have a use for saffron. It would be a simple life: quiet, and peaceful. At sunset, I'd sit on my balcony and work on my unfinished novel, sipping red wine and breathing in the cool coastal air.

Enough of this rumination! I've got to get back to judging people.

Interesting Note of the Day: This is the 327th post on ThreeTwentySeven!