We spent a week at our place in Nicaragua…and we wonder why we don’t spend more time here.
“Who would have thought,” said a colleague yesterday. “We got here, what, 15 years ago, there was nothing…nothing.”
“Nothing…but paradise,” we replied.
“Well, now it’s even better. You’re never satisfied. Now we have a paradise with houses…swimming pools…and even a convention centre. It’s a paradise that people can enjoy.”
“I enjoyed it more when we had it all to ourselves,” we countered.
“…Because life is a struggle,” said our friend. “Here, there’s nothing to struggle against…except your worst enemy, yourself.”
The climate is benign. No need to fight against the elements. The views are the best in the world. Nature has made this coast her chef d’oeuvre; it would be a sin to complain, ingratitude to ask for more.
But more is just what we can’t help asking for…
The food is delicious. The pace is relaxed. We wake up…the sun shines in the window… Outside, the surf pounds the sand. We take a walk along the beach…often seeing no other human being…splashing our bare feet in the warm water.
Returning up the steps to the house, Tere, our housekeeper has already put breakfast on the table…fresh fruit, coffee, eggs…
Later, we sit on the porch…overlooking the ocean…and do our work. No commuting. No traffic. No parking. No snow. No ice. Nothing disturbs our work…or our thoughts…
What’s not to like?
“Well…you can’t sit still and enjoy things. You need to look for challenges. And if you can’t get mad at other drivers or God, you’ll have to get mad at yourself.”
What kind of world is this? We work to make it better…and then, when it is nearly perfect, we can’t resist improving it.
…Or making it worse.
for The Daily Reckoning Australia