The gifts of fortune
Part 3 of the Away Again series
The simple pleasure of a sunrise. Nature, freedom, and it doesn’t cost a thing.
Possessions, I have a few. But then I am amongst the wealthiest people on the planet – just having running water and a flushing toilet in my home puts me there. In my work as a photojournalist I have certainly spent time with many people who do not have those things. And I have come to understand and witness that there are different levels of poverty.
Globally, we measure poverty in terms of US dollars earned in a day—the international poverty line is currently US$2.15/day—but when you are amongst extreme poverty, you learn that life has very little to do with money and everything to do with access: access to clean water, access to food, access to shelter, access to a latrine, access to health care, access to education, access to stable/sustainable employment. That access then influences agency – the freedom to make your own choice.
The choices we make and why we make them is an age-old question. When questioning Fate’s influence on human affairs, Tacitus spoke of two things: choice and possessions. He cited the Stoics whom he said believed in fate but as a result of ‘natural causality’. Tacitus’ point, or rather that of the Stoics, is that our lives—for those of us with agency—are a Choose your own adventure story: we have the freedom to choose but in doing so we set in motion a series of events which ‘cannot be altered’1.
Tacitus also considered the notion of good vs bad and the popular assumption that good = possessions = happiness. Again he cited the Stoics who disagreed with that assumption because in their experience those with many possessions were often miserable while the happiest people were those in ‘dire circumstances’. It is, as Tacitus said, because the miserable people with much ‘do not know how to use the gifts of fortune wisely’ while the happy people with little have learnt to ‘deal with their situation bravely’.1
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I have experienced tremendous joy and received generous hospitality from people in places like Kenya, Uganda, India, Cambodia, Bangladesh, and Laos – from people who are dealing with their situation bravely. What little they have is gladly shared with much laughter and a sense of pride and from finding joy in simple pleasures.
My occasional motorbike trips away with their inherent simplicity are both a reminder of those times but also a desire to use my own ‘gifts of fortune wisely’. Brewing coffee on an empty beach while watching whales breach just offshore, having woken nearby in a swag under little more than a hootchie (a small Australian Army tarpaulin) and enjoying a roadside chat with a local shop owner is a peaceful reminder of how little we need to be happy. It is also a reminder of what solo sailor Robin Lee Graham wrote in Dove, his account of his five years at sea, ‘At sea, I learned how little a person needs, not how much.’2.
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It’s amazing how much the ocean changes in a day. A calm, serene sea one morning can be quite tumultuous the next. Despite my better judgement, I checked Instagram this morning and knew something was up when my friend Guy—who writes the ocean temperature on the wall in Manly each day—had posted the temp, 19.2, along with the words, ‘Ocean restless’. That, and I could hear the ocean from where I slept.
I am sitting in my usual spot at the northwest end of Elizabeth Beach. Elizabeth is usually quite benign: protected in a loving hug by Charlotte Head and Seagull Point to the south, and by Booti Hill to the north. But today’s swell is coming straight in from the northeast while a smaller secondary swell is hitting it from the south, making conditions quite messy.
There is a lot of mist—mostly salt spray I suspect. There was some rain last night, and with the rising sun, increasing heat, and crashing seas, there is a lot of moisture in the air. There are no whales today, well not that I can see. It can be hard to see their spray amidst so much confusion; maybe they stay further out when conditions are rough, preferring deeper seas where the swell is less pronounced.
The swell has calmed a bit now. While it’s definitely there, the edge seems to have come off it and I feel that it will continue to drop as the warmth rises. Either way, today I have agency: I have the freedom to choose, so I will choose to use my gifts of fortune wisely: I will choose a life of simplicity.
It’s going to be a good day.
1. Dobbin, R. 2008, Epictetus: Discourses and Selected Writings, Penguin Classics, Introduction p.xi–ii
2. Graham, R.L. 1991, Dove, William Morrow Paperbacks