Once upon a time there was an executive

I’m really into snooping around life stories and lifestyles of successful people. When I say successful, I mean happy people, not famous or rich. Today, anyone can be whatever they want to be. They just need to work hard on it and the wish will be granted – if the wish was realistic one in the first place. To me personally, the things that are really fascinating are life stories of those individuals who manage to trick imposed value system and instead of money or fame, choose something else which makes them happy or keeps them going.

For example, a good friend of mine told me about his best friend. He was one of the executives in a big international audit firm. He had a great salary, around 4-5k per month. Chitchatting over coffee one day, my friend asks him: “How’s business? What’s up?”

His friend replies: “It’s great. I’m quitting.”

My friend looks at him in awe, not digging why’s this guy quitting the job of a senior advisor when his salary is well over something majority people in this country can only dream about.

“Wait bro, are you sick or something? What’s up with you?”

Suddenly his friend starts confessing how he’s fed up with emails, meetings, suit and tie bullshit and all the hustle and bustle of the regular businessman life.

“You know, I’m the happiest guy alive when I’m on my raft house on Sava river. I have friends there. I fish, I play the guitar, enjoy the nature. I was making some calculations and I figured out that I need 300 dollars a month to live on a raft. I can catch fish for food, the money will cover electricity bills, bread and few other knickknacks. I’ve already made en