DAKTARI WITHOUT BORDERS
I am a daktari without borders.
I am not sure when and where borders disappeared from my mind, but sometime in the last quarter century, I became a citizen of the world. Wherever I am on planet earth, I feel at home in my borderless world.
Animals do just fine without borders, and most people do pretty good as well.
Sometimes I get the feeling that borders are fictional boundaries created by the rich and powerful to maintain their power and wealth.
One of the best things about sailing on the ocean is the absence of visible borders.
The rich and powerful have not yet figured out a way to divide the ocean into parcels that they can sell, tax, regulate, and go to war to defend.
One of the reasons I like Land Rovers and sailboats so much is they fit nicely in my borderless world.
Billionaires don't like worlds without borders.
They like to puchase large tracts of land on which they can build high walls and place barbed wire fences to exclude people like me.
When I lived in Arabia, I spent the weekends exploring and camping in the desert.
For the first ten years, we had free access to the desert.
Then it became fashionable for billionaires to build palaces in the desert, and suddenly high walls and barbed wire fences started to appear.
We had to go deeper into the desert if we wanted to live in our borderless world.
The desert bedouins are different than the rich and famous.
They live in a borderless world, and they are not particularly fond of high walls and fences.
Bedouins do not own land. They share it with other members of their family and tribe. They move their tents and flocks with the seasons.
I confess I like bedouins a great deal. They are kind and generous people who live a simple life.
Wherever I sailed around the world, I continually met people who had simple pleasures and a great life. Although they didn't have much money, a complicated lifestyle, or lots of things, they did have contentment.
Throughout our circumnavigation, there was a positive correlation between a simple life and contentment.
When I returned to "uncivilization" in the rich countries, people were consumed by the cost of living high, and contentment was in short supply.
Several times in my life, I almost succumbed to the Gospel of More. You know what I mean.
More is better, and the person who dies with the most toys wins.
Its victims give free reign to desire; they spend their lives chasing after everything that does not satisfy. Only at the end of their life do they realize more is actually less, because more chases contentment out of their heart.
Of course, this may all be sour grapes. After all, I'm not rich in the things of this world.
My pile of dollars is fairly small, and in the acquisitions department, I didn't end up with a mountain of things; I have only a small mound to stand on.
If you look under my mattress, you won't find a stash of cash. Instead, you will only find contentment.
Now that I'm back at work in "uncivilization", there's a certain malaise in my life.
I'm treading water in a sea of discontent, and all of the things I didn't have or need a few months ago are now part of my life. I have fallen off Exit Only, and I want to get back on board.
The other day, I was talking to a USED LIFE SALESMAN. He told me I could be rich and famous if I bought what he was selling. All I had to do to was make equal monthly payments of all the contentment I have in my heart. He gave me his personal guarantee I would have an endless supply of cash and piles of stuff for my personal enjoyment.
I distrust USED LIFE SALESMEN and their promises of wealth and fame. I'm not buying what they are selling. Furthermore, contentment can't be purchased at any price.
I'll pitch my tent with the unrich and unfamous, and together we will raise our glass of contentment and toast our life without borders.
AND THAT'S ALL I HAVE TO SAY ABOUT THAT.
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