There is purpose in everything.

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I began my tennis career as a five-year-old banging old balls against my garage door. My court was an uneven driveway steep as the learning curve the sport requires. One whiff and the ball would tumble into the street, nine out of ten times, swallowed by the sewage system, disappearing into piles of human waste.

I stopped and started the game like many young kids unsure of athletic destiny. But by twelve, I’d resolved to play at Wimbledon, putting course to whatever effort that direction required of me. The following six years were the most disciplined of my life. …


You owe it to yourself.

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It’s no overreaction to attribute stress to be one of the leading causes of addiction, depression, and unhappiness. We worry as much as we breathe, often about things that end up being sand blown in the wind. Our schedules run like overnight machines, turned off only for oil changes or quarterly maintenance. We don’t know where the kill switch is. Instead, our searching for relief turns to a desire to accomplish more in hopes the load will lighten or vanish with every crossed line on our never-disappearing lists.

If 2020 has given us anything, it has provided for us the gift of revelation. We are in desperate need of reducing the stress in our lives. …


Truths I may have never learned otherwise.

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I’ve had an ocean view for the last eight years. When my wife completed her degree, we left a cold Minnesota for the lure of the Pacific islands. We’ve been here ever since.

It’d be misleading to call our life in these parts picture-perfect or worthy of a continual happiness pump coursing through unmarred veins. But every passing day continues to be an opportunity to learn and re-learn a simple, beautiful way of living.

The Sun Is a Ball of Energy

There’s a saying in Africa, the continent of my birth,

“The sun does not forget a village just because it is small.”

My family and I wake with the light rising behind the mountain, kept hidden until neighborhood chickens beckon the day to begin. It is the rhythm of daylight that is the compass for our sailing. We play outside, on the beach, or in the ocean because the warmth of the burning fire in the sky is an invitation to open the curtains, switch off the TV, and be alive. …


Happy Wife, Happy Life.

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I grew up with two maids, Doris and Violet. My earliest memory of helping around the house was telling Doris which cupboard to put my clothing into or what I wanted for breakfast the following morning. I’m not proud of it, but grateful, in the sense that my family was affluent enough to afford such privileged living. In South Africa, two maids, a garden boy, and a driver are somewhat staples for a middle-class white family. The disparity of wealth instituted by apartheid brought a monster of inequality. …


Fortune favors the brave.

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My wife and I are financially conservative. We like to think of our monetary perspective as good old fashioned common sense. We only spend what we have, pay off credit cards to zero every two weeks, and steadily contribute to a savings account. We’ve followed traditional wisdom perhaps to a fault for the last ten years, taking no risks, wholly committed, and prepared for retiring at sixty-five.

Recently, I’ve grown increasingly more interested in the stock market. It’s the gambler in me drawn to the idea of making money for nothing. So I bought a “Trading for Dummies” book about a year ago and started devouring it only to set it aside halfway through after listening to some big-time financial friends warning me to stay away. …


A must visit if you’re traveling in the Western Cape.

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Natures Valley is a paradise resting on the foot of the Groot River Pass in the Western Cape of South Africa. The river ends it’s restless wandering from its mountain source under a little stone bridge. Then water swirls around boulders prominent and sharp. Like a black leather belt on blue jeans, the dark flow continues its course, circling a grassy island before vanishing into a violent sea.

The ocean is always losing itself across golden stretches of sand that are firmed by salt. …


Life is short, treasure today.

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Cody was the star wide-receiver for my college football team. In the summer of our junior year, we trained together. I could move well because I played tennis, so the football coach invited me to their field workouts. Noon in Kentucky in August is a beehive of heat. Before our warm-up lap, sweat was dripping from our heads like we were leaky ice-coolers. Cody was a horse: long legs, tight stomach, and cartoon-etched veins over every muscle.

“You ready to sprint, mate?”

His bright smile was inviting and posed a challenge that neither one of us was willing to lose.

“You bet.” …


Which do you value more?

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There’s a quiet thought that pervades my daily disciplines and pursuits. Money will make me happier. The dull clanging doesn’t say how much, but only to keep grinding until the grinding isn’t required. One day eventually. It’s treadmill living. Instead of reaching a new destination, the track cycles underneath one’s feet. The point of arrival is the point of origin.

A Lesson From Looking

I’ve had the fortunate opportunity to cross paths with millionaires and billionaires over the last five years. I’ve taken careful account to attempt to recognize what sets these people apart. What is it they possess that I don’t? …


The profit is in the process.

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I’ve always had dreams. Perhaps too many at one time. They’re like needles to my veins, administering shots that regulate. Unfortunately, these conclusions of grandeur have often disguised themselves as Janus, the ancient two-faced Greek god. An inner turmoil of war and peace, correlated by progress or not, is the way I’ve traditionally responded to thoughts of a better destiny.

But the will is only capable of quenching thirst when the bucket has no holes. As life inevitably becomes more demanding, frail, and time-consuming, dreams and visions get leaky, until the only thing left is the reason for keeping them.

Take Me Back to the Start

We begin most pursuits, especially creative ones, with noble intentions. A man lays brick and mortar because he needs to pay the bills. When the kids have gone to sleep, he writes or sings for the joy of releasing the life within. Both day and night are to be respected. One is sacrificial. The other is truthful. One is a means to an end. The other is simply an end in itself. …


Don’t bite the hand that feeds you.

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Growing up, my family owned a beautiful cottage in the small sea-side village of Natures Valley. The valley lies in the heart of South Africa’s garden route, a small parcel of earth my grandmother fondly referred to as God’s little acre. There wasn’t another place we’d prefer to spend our holidays. Narrow, pot-holed roads unfurl from forests keeping monkeys, baboons, buck, and native birds with wings that color rainbows. …

About

Luke Beling

I’m a husband and father, adventurer, and a writer who finds joy in every day stories. I live on the Big Island of Hawaii.

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