What does something really cost?
November 3, 2018

The guy who sold me my first car -- a red Honda Prelude I still sort of pine away for, I loved it that much -- owned a boat. We dated for the few weeks after I’d finished college but before I started working.

We spent most of that time at his cabin, cleaning his boat.

And I thought, “No, thanks.”

The time he spent enjoying the boat was a fraction of the time he spent maintaining it. Come to think of it, maybe that was fun for him. And it wasn’t wasted time for me, because it got me thinking seriously about what was fun for me.

I decided the more toys I accumulated, the more space I’d need to store them. I’d probably want to insure them, keep them in great condition, maybe even downplay them when I was around people who didn’t have as many of them.

To what end?

I decided to play a different game. Instead of being on the hunt, I looked for things I could do without. It’s how I continue to live, and it’s one reason I feel light -- and bright.

You can’t take it with you, as the saying goes. You might find that easier if you never had it to begin with.