A few days before we left the U.S. we had a small farewell. In the middle of a crowded and loud bar a close friend pulled me aside and said, “You’re really going to do this, huh?” “Of course!” I replied and with a very serious look on his face and his hand on my shoulder he says, “Well, I don’t mean to offend you but… it’s cool that you get to get away from the stresses of work and get to go on an adventure but, but… I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t do that to my kids.”
A ship in harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for.
How many people hate their jobs? Jobs they’ve been at for 35 years. What was sacrificed for all of those years? What about marriages? How many loveless marriages are out there? What was sacrificed all in an effort to do the safe thing? What about parents’ relationships with their kids? All children grow up and will come to some conclusion about their parents – were they brave? Did they live a life they aspire to? Or did they play it safe? While I wouldn’t go as far to judge playing it safe as “wrong”, my wife and I were clear on the risks of such a life and wanted to pursue something else.