For the past five years or so, I have been an avid reader of everything I could get my eyes on pertaining to prepping and self-sufficiency. Everything from articles to books to blogs to forums to magazines. Everything.
It would be difficult to provide a list of all the places I frequent because it grows daily. I'm always finding something new (or somewhere new) to read and learn.
The more I learned, the more I realized how little I knew. And the more I prepared, the more I realized how little I was prepared. The more I stocked, the more I realized how little I had in stock.
As fascinating as it all was to me, I simply could not keep up with some people's provisions and suggestions. I only thought I was avid. I would never reach their level of autonomy and self-sufficiency.
I would never find the perfect hiding place. I would never find the perfect, safe land. I would never have three years of food in stock. I would never have ten pistols, and thirteen rifles. I would never have 1000 rounds of ammunition for each weapon. I would never accrue the equipment and supplies and tools some of these people had. Or the knowledge. Or the skills.
TEOTWAWKI (the-end-of-the-world-as-we-know-it) was fast approaching, and I didn't feel fine.
I was doomed. I was scared.
Then it hit me: I had become terribly concerned ... consumed, even ... about how to extend, preserve, protect, and sustain this human, physical life of mine.
My life. And my children's lives; my family's lives.
Consumed in fear, I had become a slave.
Me ... of little faith.
At one time I knew better. Way better. What changed? When did it change? And why?