What if you could become a millionaire? Would it change you? Would you hold the same values and beliefs about the world?
Now what if you could become a millionaire in a matter of seconds? That’s what happened to Jade and I, when we checked our bank accounts in Indonesia and found out we each had multiple millions of dollars….Indonesian Rupiah Dollars, that is.
Money goes such a long way here. The US dollar is 12,000 times asmuch as the rupiah. The ATM’s here dispense bills no higher than IDR 50,000. I have seen some notes of IDR 100,000 but that might be the highest. The conversion rate means that a IDR 50,000 note is worth approximately $4.30. Even on a generous budget a person only needs about IDR 50,000 per day to eat, get fuel and pay for other daily necessities. Other things cost more. A place to stay for a traveler runs around IDR 150,000 per night, about $12.50. One can also rent a motorbike for about IDR 45,000 per day, which for easy math converts to about $3.75. This brings our daily cost to $20.55. That’s pretty much it. You can live here comfortably as a traveler for $20 a day. It’s even less if you’re traveling with someone, as the rent and, if you’re comfortable riding tandem, the motorbike cost can be split. If that were the case, you would only have to spend $12.43.
So what does all this mean? From my perspective it means a huge sigh of relief as I realize my savings will last me much longer than it would at home. But at the same time I can’t help but feel a superiority of circumstances. Why should I feel more comfortable because I know my money means more than their money? It is astonishing how safe money can make me feel. In the shadow of that safety is the ever-present fear of not having enough money. Where did this come from? I don’t like it. It doesn’t suit me anymore. I choose to shed this fear and this safety because I realize that they are one in the same. LIving in a different country with different rules has shown me that money is essentially relative and elusive. It is not real, holds no weight, and I’d even go so far as to say it doesn’t even exist. Where some see a key I see shackles.
Keep in mind that your conception of money is not the only one. Don’t let it rule your life. Laugh if you have a lot of money, and laugh if you have a little money. Either way, life goes on. Of course, this is coming from a man who has always had money, so my opinion is undeniably privileged. That’s why it’s important to define my choice. It don’t choose to not have money nor do I choose to have money. I choose to not feel the safety or fear associated with money. This I believe comes not from privilege but from recognizing the dissociation of money from my higher self, and from my choice to live fearless and limitless.