Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn the light on.JK Rowling
The virus is not gone. It’s still here. In the United Kingdom, we’re in our second lockdown. Life has not been the same this year. And, it’s not pretty. Thank God we have Thanksgiving and Christmas celebrations to brighten our troubled souls.
In my last post I mentioned how the virus pandemic made me realise the fickleness of life. It opened my eyes to things that are more important to me. Things like my family and friends. My health and wellness. And, freedom to live my life to the full.
Freedom, for me, means building a comfortable, safe and peaceful environment I will call home. It means freedom from enslaving debt. Freedom from shackling bills. Freedom from the stress that comes with all this consumerist lifestyle. No peace of mind.
Whilst I’m extremely grateful for the way this country has embraced, nourished and cherished me, I miss my native country Zimbabwe everyday. Don’t get me wrong, I’m eternally grateful for the way the UK welcomed me and gave me a place to call home. I found the love of my life in this country. I guess this will always be home too.
I’ve been away from Zimbabwe for many years now and my heart yearns to return to my beautiful homeland. My heart bleeds for freedom from consumerism. Freedom from the daily grind required to finance this lifestyle. I miss Zimbabwe and the pain is, at times, unbearable.
Sometimes I’m desperate to return, other times I’m hopeless. Sometimes the fear that I might fail to free myself grips me. The tears of desperation and hopelessness overwhelm me. But, I quickly remind myself that “all things work together for good….”. This strengthens me. It gives me hope. Hope that it is possible despite the seemingly unassailable challenges.
I long for the Zimbabwean air and atmosphere. The simplicity of life. The vibrant community spirit. The great sense of humour. The loud hearty laughter. The friendly smiles even in the midst of troubles. The resilience of a people who have experienced relentless hardship. The courage of an amazing people. I miss all this and more.
You’ll know the people that feed your soul….because you’ll feel good after spending time with them….Latika Teotia
Returning to Zimbabwe offers me a chance to experience the freedom I long for. My freedom. A chance to live the simple life I dream of. A chance to live my life to the full. A chance to be with my family and friends. That’s freedom.
My idea of a simple life is to be as self-sufficient as I possibly can. To be self-reliant on essentials like food, energy and water.
A simple life, for me, means needing less and a good-sized home with big bright spacious rooms. It means the opportunity to do some urban homesteading. The freedom to live my life as I choose. I’m choosing to be self-reliant and live on less.
I believe choice is a powerful tool in the hands of the wise. It can be used to hewn out the life you desire.RashiElla
I believe choice is a powerful tool in the hands of the wise. It can be used to hewn out the life you desire. I’m choosing to slow down. I’m choosing calm and tranquil. I’m choosing to live as sustainably as I can. I’m choosing to live in tune with my environment and nature.
Returning to Zimbabwe is a significant choice for me. It’s a change and a challenge I’m willing to take on.
Yes, I understand it’s not all rosy. I acknowledge that there are real difficulties and hardships out there. I’m prepared to live ‘off-grid like’, by using alternative sources of energy and water.
I’m motivated by the prospect of freedom. Freedom to spend more time with family and friends. I believe life should be enjoyed not endured. With freedom I get to do things that mean more to me. I get to live my life to the full.
I believe life is for living. Life is what you make of it. Design the life you would like to live today. Do not leave it a day longer or you’ll regret putting it off.
Live life to the full.