Hi everyone,
I FIRED in 2013 at age 46. I have a wife and two daughters age 10 and 13. I have more than enough money by any calculation (tens of millions). But I still live in the same 3/2 bungalow that I have lived in for the past 10 years, have the same friends, and life hasn't changed that much, except of course that I do not go into work.
At first this was wonderful. I puttered around the house fixing things and building things. I made a swing for my girls, and a raised garden bed, just as two examples. I play golf a lot, and take guitar lessons. I bought some real estate, and read lots of books. I go on daily hikes with my dog. I cook dinners, try new recipes, etc. In short, I did (and still do) all of the low key things that I always dreamed of doing while chained to a desk for 25 years. But I'm sorry to say that I am sad.
I am sad because looming large over all of these things is a sort of emptiness. Retiring early has brought into focus the fact that life is essentially without meaning or ultimate purpose. The things I do are enjoyable, but this is different than being meaningful. I guess the thought of just filling my days with activities, enjoyable as they may be, until I die, just seems absurd. Of course, it was always absurd, but earlier in my life I was too busy to notice. Early retirement forced me to look at the absurdity of existence, and I still have not come to terms with it. All of the money in the world would not fill this space. Sorry to be such a bummer, but I am keeping it real, as they say.
I FIRED in 2013 at age 46. I have a wife and two daughters age 10 and 13. I have more than enough money by any calculation (tens of millions). But I still live in the same 3/2 bungalow that I have lived in for the past 10 years, have the same friends, and life hasn't changed that much, except of course that I do not go into work.
At first this was wonderful. I puttered around the house fixing things and building things. I made a swing for my girls, and a raised garden bed, just as two examples. I play golf a lot, and take guitar lessons. I bought some real estate, and read lots of books. I go on daily hikes with my dog. I cook dinners, try new recipes, etc. In short, I did (and still do) all of the low key things that I always dreamed of doing while chained to a desk for 25 years. But I'm sorry to say that I am sad.
I am sad because looming large over all of these things is a sort of emptiness. Retiring early has brought into focus the fact that life is essentially without meaning or ultimate purpose. The things I do are enjoyable, but this is different than being meaningful. I guess the thought of just filling my days with activities, enjoyable as they may be, until I die, just seems absurd. Of course, it was always absurd, but earlier in my life I was too busy to notice. Early retirement forced me to look at the absurdity of existence, and I still have not come to terms with it. All of the money in the world would not fill this space. Sorry to be such a bummer, but I am keeping it real, as they say.