I want to go camping for weeks and months on end; I want to garden.
I don’t want to bother with money; I don’t want to design my life around money; I want to have enough money.
I want to travel; I want to put down roots.
I want to arise and photograph the dawn; I want to snooze comfortably ’til ten.
I want to march vigorously all day; I want to sip pina coladas at poolside—no, scratch that—I want to sip single malt scotch from a stainless steel flask at lakeside.
I want to live on the cutting edge; I want to be a curmudgeonly fart.
I want to live simply; I want the latest and greatest tech toys.
I crave solitude; I need others.
I want to live forever; when it’s over, I’ll want to have lived.
I want flavor; I want health.
I strive for clarity and simplicity; I revel in contradictions and paradox.