19th century Japan- in the tranquil mountains, I'd like to be a rice farmer with a really really big pet Dog, and a beautiful home made out of un-nailed wood and I would dwell in the peace of my surroundings. And when winter would come, I would climb to the top and watch the morning sun rise above the clouds, to pierce my skin in its warmth and I would no longer need anything else but to stay in the moment forever, for I'd have found oneness with all that there is...
Choose any one:
Financial abundance, well planned targets and a sense of settlement in a programmed life?
or
Constant pursuit of creative fulfillment with probable financial drawbacks and an improbable idea of what comes next?
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