Living your life with pure freedom

Here is what I posted on someone else’s blog because I think that they are great! It was about success in the network marketing industry, and how you can be rich and homeless, basically living in a van (gas is vegetable oil if you get a diesel van, don’t try this at home) where you can fit in a queen sized bed, have a laptop, bringing it to any starbucks, or any wireless internet joint, and use the internet for your business and be and go everywhere you want. The article was very inspiring and motivational and talked a lot about freedom. Freedom to go to the most “pristine” beaches in all of the world, hikes, and just about anything and everything that you want to do. The article also included a bit about going to the gym to shower and use the bathrooms, a gym that is national, and that is your rent.

I Commented:
I love this article. In my late teens, say 17, for about a year or two I was homeless. However, I wasn’t on the streets. I would be a temporary guest at one and another one of my friends’ houses the whole time. Thank god for those people and their generosity. Their parents were great too! All meals paid by them. My story is that basically, I was forced out of my house because my parents couldn’t deal with some aspects about me, that I preferred not to expose them to. We constantly fought, until I told myself that this is not how I want to have a relationship with my parents because I dearly love them both, more than anyone else ever, and will do so for as long as I live. They, as immigrants, have been through really hard times, and I still cry for how hard it was for them, so I didn’t want to fight with them, and getting out was the best thing for me to do for everyone.

Well, during the time I was homeless I met a whole bunch of really supportive and positive people. Maybe this was mostly due to the fact that it was the popular 90’s, people were really nice until 1997. Then everyone turned into a fascist in my own opinion but whatever. As I lived homeless, jumping around from place to place, it was like a dream. Nothing in the world was holding me back, I was my own boss, could do whatever I wanted, and I was glad to have some money in my own personal bank account. Life was fabulous. Eventually the money ran out and i had to get a job, which required me to live on my own. Afterwards, I hated it. I loved the companies, I loved the people, the job was exactly what I wanted, but I couldn’t stand to be an employee bound to one place constantly with the same old routine day in, day out, everyday. Eventually, I met my ex and we spent 7 wonderful years together, where i was able to graduate from college, but i know college isn’t for everyone. Now I am back home with my mom because my parents are separated. And I get along with my dad from a distance, but with mom much better. Everyone is telling me that It’s not normal. But in my 20’s I had so much energy, now in my 30s not as much. And I started thinking, there’s no place like home. But i still love to go out, party, and share my life with others. I really like your article because when you are “homeless and rich” you really do experience this amazing freedom. You get to think about real and bigger issues facing humanity and the world, science, technology.. I’m really happy to finally be introduced to the Network Marketing Industry. And you are the most motivational and inspiring person that I know.

Keep up the great work my friend,
Larry.