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If money was never an object, if my health and wellbeing never were an issue (thanks US healthcare system...)
I'd travel the world on my bike etc and discuss philosophy, art, politics and theology with every different viewpoint I could. I'd live in sparsely populated areas as a nomad, hunting etc for myself and be as far from society as I could. In the words of Tyler from Fight Club-"In the world I see -- you're stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You will wear leather clothes that last you the rest of your life. You will climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. You will see tiny figures pounding corn and laying-strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of the ruins of a superhighway." My life would be something of stories, with everyone knowing a little about me, but no one person knowing the entire story.
I'd write my tales on toilet paper like Kerouac and write of the dangerous, wild side of life like Thompson. It'd be like Walden.
...I could only do that until I was so old, because life like that wears on the body... then I'd be a grand old hippy, the kind of woman everyone goes to for advice over hot tea and cookies, and leaves thinking "Gad, she's weird..." but you know... it'd make me happy.
Then I'd die, and my ashes would be scattered in the streams in my parents' WI woods, so I might always be a small part of the rich history of the place.
That would be my life if I had my way.




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