I have been reading a lot of Bo’s articles during the past years. I bought some books, downloaded some free ebooks – one of the perks of being a Truly Rich Club member. (Note: If you want to be a member, ask me how. I’ll be glad to help you out.) I have shared a lot of Bo’s articles with my friends, my work colleagues, and my hubby. I’m grateful to share the inspiring articles I have been reading for the past few years. I’m also happy to know that some of the articles I shared with them changed their perspective about life.
I read this article few weeks ago, though I think this is just a repost from Bo. It reminded me of my nightly discussions with my hubby about how amazed we are that our little boy grows up so fast and how we beautifully craft our dreams for him. I guess it’s every parents’ dream to see our children living a comfortable life and having a beautiful future.
- · This is probably one of the reasons why most parents sacrifice working abroad to give their children a good life.
- · This is probably also the reason why most parents stay late at the office because their promotion required them to spend longer hours in the office.
- · This is probably the reason my most parents have second jobs or sidelines on weekends.
- · This is probably the reason why most parents still bring work at home to cope up with the increasing demands of their top executive position in the corporate world.
I can’t help but be grateful that I and hubby share almost the same aspirations in life – of having a simple, comfortable, and happy life. Of course we dream to have our own car (or a van that we can use to buy supplies for our business) and a humble home (we don’t want a mansion that will require us millions just for maintenance and future repairs). We don’t buy expensive gadgets and fancy clothes, and go on luxurious travels because we don’t want to labor day and night to pay for monthly loan or mortgage installments – leaving us with very little time to spend at home. As what I have read on one of my FB friends’ post, “Happiness is homegrown.” Maybe the reason why not all people who are wealthy are happy, but those who are “truly rich” are.
Here’s Bo’s article about living a simple and good life…
Simplify and Live the Good Life
My parents breathed simplicity.
Oxygen too, but that’s pretty obvious.
Dad was an assistant vice president at a humongous company, yet I didn’t “feel” like I was a rich man’s kid. Because my parents made it a rule to live below their means.
A millionaire’s son rode a sleek Benz. I rode our sixteen-year old Toyota that sounded more like a drum and bugle band, with its cacophony of bangs, rattles, and whams. Oh yes, our neighbors had cars with a little bit of rust. But we had rust with a little bit of car. An heir of the moneyed class was chauffeured to school, but as early as Grade III, I was taking the public jeepney—sitting, standing, or swinging from its handrails like a flapping flag…
The wealthy dined on gourmet meals every day. But the culinary highlight of my whole week was when Mom bought Coke for our Sunday lunch—the only time we tasted the stuff. I’m not kidding.
Rich kids wore outfits from America, England, and Paris. I wore clothes from Avenida, Escolta, and Pasay.
The mansions of the rich and famous are veritable furniture showcases, complete with sixteen Egyptian jars from the Nephriti era. I learned that one of those monstrous flower vases was equal to the price of our entire house. But naturally, we too had our own flower vases. If my archeological knowledge serves me right, they came from the Nescafe era.
Their estates have playrooms with life-size Barbie’s and Power Rangers. But the way I played with expensive toys was admiring them from the store shelf and using my imagination to the hilt. That way, I owned all the toys in the world.
You’ll be shocked by what I’m going to tell you, but in all these, I recall never feeling deprived in anyway.
Let me tell you why.
I remember my father coming home every night and we’d go jogging together–around our old car parked in the garage. (Dad says he wasn’t vying for the Olympics anyway.) Then I’d sit on his lap and we’d talk about how to solve the problems of the universe. After dinner, we’d read the comic pages together. Tarzan was my favorite, until I reached puberty. From then on, it became Jane.
Almost every Saturday afternoon, it was father and son time. We’d walk to the shopping center and Dad would buy me a hotdog. Then we’d walk back home, bringing some small thing for Mom, usually a chocolate bar. To add sentimental value to our token gift, I forced myself to take a few bites from it.
I guess being with Dad and Mom were all that my little boy’s heart ever wanted.
And I got it, every single day.
Start Living Deliberately
I believe that God chose to write the “map of happiness” in the ordinary parchment of simplicity—like a treasure map written on recycled brown paper. Consequently, many people ignore the map, and are attracted instead to the more glossy, loud, shiny maps around. But when they follow these others maps, they end up tired as a dog chasing it’s own tail.
I have a radical suggestion.
Simplify because you want to discover the depths of your soul.
Simplify because you want to start living deliberately.
Simplify because you want to love from an uncluttered heart.
Remember that simplicity is only a first step of the journey. Holding the treasure map, memorizing it, photocopying it a thousand copies, and keeping it safe in a vault won’t make you claim the gold. You actually need to sail through oceans, climb the peaks, cross the valleys, and dig in caves.
Simplicity will point to you where and what and who the gold is in your life.
Once you know your gold, the game has just begun.
Will you treasure your gold?
My parents knew their gold: (1) Each other, (2) their six children, and (3) their faith. They tried to live uncluttered lives so that they could have time for what was most important.
They didn’t busy themselves buying a bigger house, because that would mean working harder to pay the monthly amortization, do overtime work, or take a second job. Who would then go jogging with little Bo every night? Who would read Tarzan for him? They didn’t burden themselves buying a BMW because that would mean laboring and worrying about installment bills. Besides, walking to the shopping center every Saturday afternoon with his son gave him exercise, and made little Bo feel special.
One of the delights of my heart was seeing Dad and Mom in their bedroom at night, after our nightly family prayer. The lights were turned off, and I’d see the silhouette of my father seated on his old chair and mom standing behind him, gently massaging his shoulders. I’d hear them talk about what transpired in their day. Even as a child, I sensed their quiet pleasure at being together. My question today: Could they have done this rich ritual each night and nourished their marriage if they were busy paying designer outfits for themselves or their kids? Or worrying about monthly bills for new hi-tech appliances?
I don’t think so.
And I’ve made the choice: I don’t want that kind of life either.
In the next few weeks, it will be my pleasure to take you through the peaks and valleys of this journey towards happy simplicity.
May your dreams come true,
Had I been away abroad or busy with work, I won’t be able to see this smile on my son’s face. A priceless moment, not even a company car, a business travel, or a 17th month bonus can replace!
Living a happy life,