MarcosZeitola wrote:The man you met, the Mexican, he was a messenger. He told you things many others have told you before, both in real life as well as on the internet. His message was not new to you, it cannot have come as a surprise. You know what's out there, and you have the means to get it. It's a big step, and part of you is probably still hesitant. Years from now you may find yourself living the life you always dreamed of living in the Philippines, and a vistor will appear at your gate. He will ask you if you like your life and you will probably answer positively. Then he might ask you, if you have any regrets. You'll tell him your only regret is, you haven't gone to the Philippines sooner.Jester wrote:So I feel like he was sent by God as a messenger.
I'd like to be some sort of messenger, a prophet. Winston has been a bit of a prophet to me because the idea of myself living abroad forever is something I became 100% sold on because of this site. The stories I read here of people gave me a little push in the right direction, I think. But what pushed me even more in the right direction is the many negative stories. The people who lived in a place that was either horrible or simply "not quite it". The people who felt unfulfilled, who had needs not being met, goals not being reached and dreams they weren't living. I decided I did not want to live a life of regret. Or a future of complaining, reminiscing, of the could-have-beens. A have-not forever envious of the haves... that wasn't what I wanted.
There's a joke I know, Jester. I think it is fitting here:
There was once a man who's village was flooded, he moved to the highest floor of his house. The water had risen until the window, and he saw a little rowboat passing by. A man rowing yelled at him: "Hop in my boat, I'll save you!", and the man in the house replied: "I don't want to, I want God to save me!" so the rowboat left. The water kept rising and the man climbed on his roof, when a motorboat passed by. The captain yelled: "Hop in!" and the man said "I only want to be saved by God!", so the boat left. Next, with the water almost up to his knees, the man saw a helicopter lowering a ladder in front of his eyes. Again, he refused to get in and the helicopter left. The man drowned, and went to heaven. He asked God: "Why didn't you save me?", and God replied: "First I sent you a rowboat but it wasn't good enough for you. Then I sent a motorboat and again, it wasn't good enough for you. Finally, I sent a helicopter and even that wasn't enough. So I thought, let the bastard drown!"
Okay, okay!