Half of me wants to live in a cabin, away from everyone else. Just me, a good woman, and my dogs. I want to live off the land. Kill and gather my own food and have my wife cook what I bring home. I want to work for myself and my love. I want to live life at its most basic.
The other half of me wants everything material. I want a flat in Berlin or Paris. I want a nice car, a room full of suits, an entire company under my direction, and an elegant woman to keep me grounded.
Why can’t I have both?