Possession obsession.

I remember standing on somebody’s shoulders at the Byron Bay Blues Fest in 2003 and hearing Jack Johnson play his song, “Gone” for the first time. The line “Cars and phones and diamond rings. Those are only removable things” really imprinted itself on me. I think it should be our goal to detach ourselves from physical possessions like hair straighteners, slow cookers, $300 jeans, lap tops and iPhone.

I truly admire travellers. I think it takes an enormous amount of courage to quit your job, leave behind your loved ones and comfort zone to venture into the unknown with literally the things you can carry on your back. I respect these people who go overseas for the aspiration to expand their consciousness and create new experiences rather than to instantly post photos on Facebook.

This year a gorgeous friend of mine embarked on a solo journey across the seas to India where she did yoga, felt lonely, visited temples, made friends, cried, learnt to make silver jewellery, got scared, bought sari’s and genuinely felt happy again. When I met up with her last week for the first time since her return, I saw a light inside of her that was glowing again, which was just flickering before she left. She was the new and improved version of herself. She just needed to step outside of her environment and spend some time on her own to do so.

How bright is the light inside of you burning?

True wealth is the ability to let go of your possessions.