Is it Time to Buy a Piece of Paradise?

To buy or not to buy an islet that is the question. Something that I can call the diabolic island. But isn't that having something to call my own (not a living thing) or should I say something that is under my name would be a mark of adulthood and stability? Soon to be a 35-year-old child who is not going to run to the hills anymore, sigh...even though I still revel in my nomadic freedom, there's a part of me that says it's time to build my own eco-paradise for real. I just don't have the courage to have something to lose. But what if I suddenly die while walking on the street and that didn't happen still? Heaven beside you, hell within...

So where is this coming from all of a sudden? I just finished fixing my new place with the plumber men who were helping me with some manly stuff. The locals who kind of implanted FUD in me - why are you throwing your money for something that's not going to be yours? It's that time to invest! Oh my Gawd, my plumber men made my feelings even worse. Though I appreciate them entertaining me for a while. I'm already aware of the price of a piece of dirt around here but to be told - sure I can find you a lot for this amount (secret) - 200 SQM at least. Stop dreaming if you want a beach front. But can anyone just stop reminding me until cryptos go up? Yeah baby, I'm gonna grab those before the gringos go on marrying spree around here and steal the sweet deals. Don't be cheeky big boys, leave something for me. But the rural folks around here are just as diabolic - be nice, be kind soon you'll get the prize. Welcome to the jungle.

Hey, I don't want to just take the plunge and panic buy. Paradise will always be here, hopefully. I'm going to stick to my goals this year. I believe that my tiny money should be invested in something that's going to bring more cash in order to finally get a piece of paradise. Maybe I'll just make it my next year's goal, who knows? I guess this is just the problem when people are making me realize something, I get really confused. I get confused because I want everything. I'm confused.

It's like owning something means - hey I'm not your bitch anymore! There's a part of me that says this is my ticket to the world...literally, this is my ticket to the world. Salvation and damnation.

I'm aware of the repairs, bugs, maintenance, wild animals and all the worries of owning a piece of paradise - throw more money hey! But it is quite mature of me to even think about settling down, isn't it? Transcend my primitive savagery - nomadic no more. I pondered for a moment...then shrieked after getting surprised by a frog in my bathroom - oh visitors from the jungle. Don't overstay your welcome... How can you live alone (Think crazy)? The plumber man asked as he shook his head in disbelief. I don't really know. I don't even know how it was possible that I traveled. Believe me, I can be better. I will continue adapting to my dying day.

Then I said hi to my neighbor - I could feel the hidden contempt. But still, I was being extra nice or extra diabolic. I have to stop being an entitled bitch. Let it go - what's in it for people? See what I mean? I really need to get that piece of land soon and succumb to isolation. Let the slow society wonder - how is she able to pull it off? Then I'm also getting tired of the good old - what do you do? As if that defines me. I'm always struggling to explain the details. Perhaps I might hold a cryptocurrency seminar to bring enlightenment to this world. I'm just an entrepreneur wannabe, someone even questioned that... You mean just jobless? It's like if you are not one of them, you are just sleeping around. Come on people, don't feel bitter or better than anyone else. Let out your inner child and be happy.

Should I decide to see the world again, perhaps I could rent out that piece of me... sell my soul to the devil or something? I don't know the future. Baby steps as always. So tadaaaaaa....the answer is not yet. I'm not going to own something for now.