Today is going to be a tough day. There’s that difficult meeting I don’t want to attend. A part of my work I don’t enjoy. A task my boss asked me to do, and I don’t even see the point of it. That colleague I can’t stand, but still have to collaborate with… for two hours straight.
And there I am, at this bus stop. And just across the street, there’s a forest. A forest that seems to call me every morning.
And whenever I’m in such a situation, I imagine that day.
That day, I’ll still be at that stop, dressed like I’m heading to work, laptop bag in hand. But this time, I won’t get on the bus. I’ll watch it drive away, then cross the road, and walk toward the forest.
Just for a short one-hour walk. And maybe, before I even realize it, it’ll already be noon. Or 6pm. Who knows.
Realize what? That I did it! I’m financially independent.
I’ve played out that scene in my head so many times. Over and over again. That bus stop has become my crossroads. My turning point. Neo’s red pill.
One day, I’ll take the other path.
And until then, I use this anchor to stay the course toward my long-term goal. My FIRE. My freedom. My real life.
What’s your bus stop? The one that you pass by every day… and one day will watch you head off toward freedom?
