At 28, I’ve finally come to terms with realizing that expressing my love for cats is okay, and that there are a lot of us out there. While I love dogs too, I just can’t manage one with my travel and training lifestyle, and a cat is much easier to manage. I also don’t need the affection a dog provides, and love the independence of cats in general.
I have had six prominent goals: to travel to every country, to (not change but) enhance the world we live in, to compete in a full Ironman, to have my own beautiful apartment, to be a millionaire (dont’t we all) and to have a kitten… all by the age of 30. ⏳
Travel, fitness, selflessness, security and serenity. Every choice or move that I’ve made in life has been done with knowing that I never know how much time I have left on this earth. I’m not normal, and don’t think like most people. Most people prepare for the future, for their retirement and having grandkids. But not me; I expect that I might die at any moment. In reality, none of us really have any say in the matter as to how long we’ll live anyways. The Expedition truly made me come to terms with this; if I focus on this fact, I can focus on maximizing every next move. So… you could say that that’s what fuels me to achieve, and to achieve now, rather than later. To take advantage of this moment in time; not to plan for the long term, but instead, for the immediate future. I know many people disagree with my way of thinking, but it’s how I ultimately achieve things that perhaps your average person, investing in their retirement for the distant future, might not (you could definitely do both by the way, no disrespect… just trying to prove a point). And what comes after 30? I haven’t gotten there yet, but maybe I’ll want to chill out or perhaps the manifestation of my creativity will run like wildfire.
Either way, right now I’m on track to have achieved everything I set my mind to achieve by 30, including finally adopting a kitten.
This is Kishmere, he’s a Persian. In Iran, I visited Kish island, and I’ve always loved the name of the mountainous region in India called Kashmir. To the touch, he feels like cashmere… hence how I came up with his name: Kishmere. I love him, and though at some point I’d love to have a Samoyed pup, for now, a feline is conductive to my traveling lifestyle. ?