Those who are restless and move in search of happiness, me included, often find scratching an itch doesn’t cure the restlessness. I was fortunate to be able to learn the pitfalls of too much “follow your dreams” happiness from having a restless father that did everything before me, from the mountains of Wyoming to the oceans and hunting in Alaska. I’m still my father’s son and more or less had the same kind of callings, but learned it can be better to have a long term base of operations and source of income, while venturing out in more limited ways. Nothing against traveling types, but young men have a limited view of what happens when you’re 50 or 60 with no assets, you’re going blind, have a bad ticker, and have never been close with family of any kind, other than the wives your hunting obsession burned through.
I’ve always been jealous of high school friends that were happy doing something simple, like working for the city right out of school, now they’ve worked their way up and run the water department, their wife already had a full career teaching 3rd grade, and they still live in the same house they grew up in, and still happily hunt the same mediocre spots we did back then.
