While staying on the farm in Costa Rica, I was searching for what kind of person I wanted to be, and what kind of life I wanted to lead. Here is an excerpt from my journal on P25:
I haven’t been here long but I think that it was a change waiting to happen; that is why I came here, I guess.
I don’t feel, now, that I need to live anything higher than a middle-class existence in materialistic terms. Up till now, I knew that I would like to teach, or go into planning, but the thought of making a top salary of $35,000 bothered me.
Now I feel that I’d rather not have a lot of money. They only thing I could really spend it on is house/car/vacation. That’s all.
What am I going to do? Live in Franklin Lakes, work in NYC? No. I wouldn’t want the hassle.
Listen to me now. I’m sure that I’m going to be reading this diary when I’m 35 living in…. Greenwich Village. Can you live with yourself now Foster? Do you REALLY need that Beemer you’re driving around? Does your wife REALLY need to wear that animal? Shame on you.
I can say now, 20:30, Tuesday 9/15/1987, that I, Douglas Reid Foster, will not seek a meaningless existence of opulent decadence. I will serve humanity by achieving excellence in some benevolent field to make the world more livable for the many.
Ya Veremos!